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.
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.
Nehaan 
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