The pain this heart carries
Is not of this life
The tears that flow from these eyes
Have been flowing for eons and more
These clouds that gather around us
They usher in that primeval darkness
That always comes at their wake
Wherever they go
This pain is not of this life
And these tears that flow
Have been there since the beginning of time
And will be there when we all go
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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