I have walked this path before

I have walked this path before

I know this trail

I know the way this stream bends

And I know how these twigs sound

As I step on them

With my unsteady feet

I have seen that tree before

I have held that trunk

As I made my way across this ancient forest

Following the stars in the night

And the birds during the day

Humming a tune under my breath

I know how that song ends

I have sung it many times before

On this trail and on many others

Chiming in with the trees and the wind

And the rustling dry leaves

There is light beyond this track of land

A soft warm glow

That greets us as we make our way

Back from another walk

I have seen that light before

I will see it again

I know where it all begins

And where it all ends

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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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