The awkwardness of being

Sometimes I am

A spider

Who can’t get used to

Its eight unwieldy legs

A crab

Who can never figure out

How to walk straight

A butterfly

Who darts to and fro

The same familiar path like a pendulum

A snail

Who can never go fast enough

To get out of harm’s way

Often I expeirence

The opposite of flow

My body doesn’t move

As I would like it to

My dreams don’t take shape

As I would like them to

My words don’t come

As I want them to

My mind does not focus

As I would like it to

These moments of awkwardness

Come and go

And in between them

I think I sometimes

Experience what they call


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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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