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

Thursday, 27 April 1972

With Nowhere to Go

Moon is shining
Over the midnight clouds,
Velvet soft.

How do I know ?
No , I don’t.
I merely guess
A wishful dream
And I am wide awake,
A prisoner
Within the glass walls,
A fugitive
Of reality
Of the here-world,
With nowhere to go
Except inward :

If only I could be left alone
To die
And to be reborn

Every midnight .