Like a pebble in my shoe

Your thoughts got lodged in my brain

Like a tiny pebble in my shoe

And now I can’t think of anything else

No matter what I do.


It’s like when you are walking down the street

And you know something hurts your foot

This pesky little pebble is big enough to notice

But small enough to not want to bend down and take off my shoe.


But I would have to do something about it

Something about it has to be done–

I can’t keep pondering over you

It’s not really that much fun.





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About Me

Nehaan in Persian means ‘secret’ or ‘hidden.’ In Japanese, the same word means ‘nirvana.’ In these pages, I will make an attempt to explore, and if possible, partly or fully reveal what lies hidden from our view in our day-to-day lives. The path will be characterised by a certain lack of method which I think is characteristic of human intuition. I write and shall continue to write only when inspired to do so. This also means I might occasionally make forays into varied fields such as science, music, philosophy, language, linguistics and poetry, to name a few. I hope this would not put off new readers and tire the old ones! But who am I to complain–even the lovers of fine wine feel repulsed by the first drop and still, quite strangely, dizzy by the last.

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