Hi Friends,

Even as I launch this today ( my 80th Birthday ), I realize that there is yet so much to say and do.

There is just no time to look back, no time to wonder,"Will anyone read these pages?"

With regards,
Hemen Parekh
27 June 2013

Sunday, 19 April 1970

Spring

Ah , the spring is here ;
I need not search
In the Almanac
To know when the spring
Is here ;

She came one morning
Through the window ,
And on my face , I felt
The fragrance of her breath ;

And in my ears
She whispered a tune
So sweet and full of life ;

When I opened my eyes
Against a light blue sky
I found a cuckoo
Perched on a yet leafless branch ;

Now I know
The spring is here
To gently touch

Where it hurts me most .

Monday, 13 April 1970

Master of Ceremony ?

Man is a commodity
Like any other ;
He satisfies the desires
Of others ,
By being lovable
Or hate-able
And so forth .

But , he isn’t paid any price for that ,
‘cause this is a barter system
Where other humans
Serve him
To the same end .

He is the Master of Ceremony
( so he thinks ! ),
But when none looks at him ,
He speaks loudly
To attract attention ;
And despaired , shouts
And cries
And curses
Enraged like a child .
When exhausted ,
He sinks into a slumber
Of obscurity ,

For a while .

Sunday, 12 April 1970

The Course of the Destiny

A strange mood prevails
Of isolation ,
To be otherwise
Than amidst this
Drifting multitude ;
A face without identity ,
At least to rise above
The crowd
To catch a glimpse
Of the road ahead ;
Knowing well
Inevitable

The course of the Destiny .

Thursday, 9 April 1970

Late at Night

Late at night
It rained –
To relieve
The grief-laden heart
Its own :
Only

To drown the lover’s .

Saturday, 4 April 1970

Unlock the Gates

A thousand thoughts are loose
In my mind’s cage,
A hundred thousand fancies
Riding without reins
On a rough terrain ;

How long
I wonder
Will the fences hold ?
How long the crumbling walls
Withstand this giant
With anguish torn ?

Not long
I am afraid ,
Unless my Angel’s smile
Unlocks the gates

And let the torrents flow .

Thursday, 2 April 1970

I am Free

I am free
As much as a slave can be,
In a life
That is young ;
As young as a life
With a million cares
Can be.