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

Tuesday, 25 August 1970

Whisper Sayonara

Now prepare
To lose
My soul
What you never owned ;

And shed tears
For having not ;
Or cherished why ,
Why so desperately ,
To begin with ;

Prepare to drift
With this unending music ,
This tune
Of perpetual sorrow ;

My lonely soul
Whisper ‘ Sayonara ‘
And cling
To the memories
Of love ,

That never knew .

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25  Aug  1980

Tuesday, 18 August 1970

The Ever-changing Truth

In this stale water
A myriad images dance ,
Of immortal love
Immaculate beauty ;

Also
Lowly , sunken
Rape of thought .

Quivering ,
Twisted forms of
Same undying yearning ,
Boundless of space
And time ;
The ageless
Turbid plasma of soul ;
Reflecting
The darkness
Of this futile search
And despair
Of derelict ,
Of blinded vision , and
All the decaying senses ;

In this stagnant water
Shadows lurk
Of death-inspired ridicule
Of mortal ken ;
The frantic search
Of the non – existent ,
The ever changing truth .


Saturday, 15 August 1970

Restless Sea

I want to sing
A song of my own ,
On thy endless shore
Aye , restless sea !

I have launched my boat
On your roaring waves
And would I row
Till my breath
Is all gone .


My Melancholy Friend

He sits there
In a chair,
And broods
About the past
     -     The glorious , happy
     -     Carefree days ;
But his young memories
Soon exhaust ,
And the endless time
Reluctant to move ,
Bores him ;

The overpowering loneliness
Of the present
Engulfs
And makes him run
To the crowd ,
Where in vain
He seeks,
To drown himself
In the commotion ,
And small talk ,

Over endless cups of iced tea .

Monday, 10 August 1970

Vasavdatta

In the dark night
The storm was raging ;
And so did one
In the depths of Vasavdatta’s
heart .

For , at the yonder end of
The bridge ,
-     Which like her heaving
Bosom,
Swayed over Sipra’s
Turbulent waters ;
Her lover stood in wait ,
Singing a tune
On his melodious flute ,
That made the restless night
Still more .

Hasten Vasavdatta ,
The time was running short ;
And with gentle steps
Thru the courtyard
And the guard less gates
She made her way –
Though her hair hung loose
And the cheeks were smeared
With kajal .

Oh , such a terrible night !

She shivered in the
Clatter of rain –
Plodding her way
Through the flooded streets ,
She came to the outskirt
Of town ;

“ I am coming to thee ,
My love “ , cried she ,
“ Play no more the tune
That drives me wild “ .

But lo ! what strikes her feet ?
Holding her breath ,
In lightning’s wake,
Saw Vasavdatta ,
A smiling face !

“ Who you ? “, spoke she ,
“ In this dreadful night
And with what delight ,
Are lying on the ground ? “

Slipped words
From the stranger’s tongue ,
“ I am Upagupta
The Sadhu ,
Who has made a shelter ,
Of star-studded sky ,
And usually finds
A bed of grass
To rest a dreamless night “ .

“ Forgive me , O Sadhu ,
For touching thee with
My feet “ ,
Begged she ,
“ And for the night ,
You my guest be “ .

“ Not tonight
Vasavdatta .
He who waits for you ,
Shall have his time ,
But I promise you
To come sometime ,
Farewell till then “ .

And the time fled swift ;

For one full moon night ,
As a gentle breeze blew
On Sipra’s waters ,
Walked Upagupta
Across the bridge .

And on the same spot ,
Where they first met ,
Found he Vasavdatta ,
Ailing to death .

Whispered he to her ,
“ Look Vasavdatta ,
I have kept my promise “ .

“ Touch me not
My Lord ,
Touch not this leper ;
My sins must take their toll ,
The disease is deadly
And my hour is come “ .

“ And so has mine “ ,
The Sadhu spoke ,
“ I have promised you
Vasavdatta ,
And so shall this be
Our night  “ .

“ The stars are twinkling
The bells are ringing
The fragrance floats
On the westerly wind.
The heaven is whispering
To the earth below ,

 As I play the flute
You join me with the song ,
This is our night.

Our last night “ .

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10  Aug  1970

Sunday, 9 August 1970

Give me wings

O Saraswati ,
Fair goddess of learning,
Open my inner eyes ,
To behold the wonders
Of His creation ,
The singing sky
The roaring ocean ,
And forever twinkling stars ;

To come to know
That they are but the shadow
Of that form Divine .
Oh , Sharada ,
Who are lighter than the
Petals of a lotus – white !

Give me wings
To take me thru the web
Of life and death,
To merge into the
Eternal Brahman,
Which alone IS ,
And pervades the cosmos

Without being seen .

Thursday, 6 August 1970

Sphinx

Under the canopy
Of
The eternal sky ,
I look at the yonder
Sphinx ;

Majestic
Not immortal ,
Yes , aging ;

For stones shall crumble
Into tiny sands
The mighty sands ;

For immortal
Truly are ,
The shifting seas
Of sands ;

And they will tell
The posterity,
How greatness succumbs
And the man persist –
The wisdom of

The silent Sphinx .