Orange grey and white
Like dots they sit still
On a sheet of paper
Quiet and steady
And as streaks they fly
To and fro
Like darts or arrows
Ready to kill
But then begins the dance
They move and in their movement
They appear to each other
As if perfectly still
Moving and yet not moving
In the stillness of their movements
Are revealed
The greatest mysteries
That we now seek
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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