• The Incorrigible Mosquetty

    Bite, suck, feed. Bite, suck, feed. Welcome to the world of my friend— The Incorrigible Mosquetty. He hovers and hovers Always looking to uncover His vampirish fangs And dig them deep under my skin I tell him, go away, you sucker But he wouldn’t listen He would be much rather An awful itch A pain… Continue reading

  • Weaving dreams

    Sheer and gossamer are the threads with which I weave Countless dreams around me day and night That no one else can see. And like a lonely spider Suspended on my web of dreams I lie patiently awake at night Waiting for reality to pass by me. Almost everyone I know really can’t see The… Continue reading

  • Eclipsed

    Darkness knocks on my door And I am scared to answer it I am scared to let her in I want to hold on to my light I try to grab it, but it passes through me No matter how hard you try Sometimes it is difficult to hold on to light Difficult? I hear… Continue reading

  • The Messiah

    Ya Ghafaar… Ya Ghafoor…  O Lord, the most merciful and forgiving… These words came out of my mouth spontaneously, of their own accord, when I saw my body lying in front of me, beaten to a pulp and now dead. Hatred, what forms it takes. When we had thought it had left from our midst,… Continue reading

  • Questions

    What happens to the questions that never get asked? Do they go somewhere and huddle together, Waiting patiently for their turn to be called? Or do they drift in the ether Amidst our darting thoughts Prowling for that mature mind Ripe with all the possibilities To give form to the formless And words to their… Continue reading

  • क्या है मेरी हस्ती ?

    क्या है मेरी कोई हस्ती इस तन के सिवा भी ? मिल जाएगा जिस दिन यह मिट्टी में तो क्या गुम हो जाऊँगी मैं कहीं ? Continue reading

  • लम्हे सुकून के

    मिलते हैं ज़िन्दगी में लम्हे सुकून के कमतर ही जाती है थोड़ी दूर यह कश्ती ज़िन्दगी की और जस्बातों के तूफ़ान में गुम हो जाती है ।   कहते हैं इस भवँर के पार है साहिल-ए-ख़ुशी कहीं पर जाने किसी बिरले की ही नाँव वहाँ पहुँच पाती है । हम जैसों के नसीब में तो… Continue reading

  • Give me a moment please

    There goes another dream And here I am Back with myself What a roller-coaster life is Give me a moment please Let me catch my breath Before we go again Tossing and turning In the loops we make Jumping and falling The hoops of life These hoops that we make Give me a moment please… Continue reading

  • ख़्वाब आपका

    कल रात-भर आपके ख़याल ने हमें न छोड़ा कितना हसीन वह ख़्वाब था जिसे भोर हमने आँसुओं में बहाके तोड़ा   क्या कशिश थी क्या चुभन थी क्या तड़पन थी प्यार की वह थी एक शब-ए-जन्नत, जो हमारी मिलन की रात थी पर देख हमें ख़्वाबीदा जो आपने अपना रुख मोड़ा तभी वह रात विदा… Continue reading

  • The Language of Love

    The Language of Love

    Of all the life’s experiences the most profound one we have, is that of love. Very little needs to be said about what love is to humans, that bittersweet drug, that most of us get a taste of at least once in our lives. Continue reading

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.