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

Monday, 15 June 1970

At the helm

To some
This life is a mere dream ,
Whose senseless sequence planned
By a force unseen ;

To me
It is more
Than a mere
Desire to live ;

A voyage
It is for me ;

May be
Not carefully planned ,
And though the ship
May wreck and sink ,
At the helm

It shall be me .

Friday, 5 June 1970

After all

It was too late
After all ;
The cherry blossoms
Were perhaps
Paper flowers
After all :

The desert did not bloom
Wasn’t it a mirage ?
The rains that came,
Whose tears
Were those

After all ?

Monday, 1 June 1970

My beloved Infidel

My many splendored love ,
My beloved infidel ,
O beautiful
Errant ,
How I yearn,
To steal
An hour of your love
Of anguished happiness,
On borrowed time ;
Oh you,

Once my very own.