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

Friday, 20 May 2016

Distant Horizon

Beloved  One ,

This western wind
brings to me ,

Thy call , irresistible 
from over the distant horizon ;

As you revealed yourself today ,
disclose everyday 

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Anand  /  23  March  1954

This summer noon ,

This summer noon ,

Gushing winds and ,
music
Of the fallen leaves ;

remind me all 
of the days,

There is not 
the slightest glimpse of which
today

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Anand  /  14   March  1954

The dust below,

Thou hast filled,

The blue above
And
The dust below,

With thy 
Beauty Divine

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Anand  /  18  March  1954


Message Divine

When 
The ever-lengthening shadows
Of Kailas,
Cast their dark mantle 
Over the placid waters of lake Daal ,

I have often perceived thee ,
Dearest One !

In the hues of the
Western sky , 
where
Southern wind blew ,
laden with the fragrance of thy
Message Divine

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Anand  /  15  Feb  1954

Sweeter than life

Oh  You ,
who is sweeter than life,

with my forehead rested
on thy breast ,

Glad shall I be ,
to depart this ugly World ;

And hear you sing a song of eternal love
incessantly

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Anand  /  13  March  1954  

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Lest the soul succumb

Oh  !

Lest the soul succumb ,
Be weary led,
To treacherous path
of Mephistophilian  Mind :

These mighty dwarfing walls,
of all engulfing vortex ;

The sliding , winding , ever-narrowing vision
To the centre 
of this wall of extinction ;

Lest that be the fate
Of this,
Someday soaring Soul of high heavens ;

To be steeped low
With this gutter's stench,

To be drenched
In murky , filthy waters

Of rotten thoughts , 
Of infernal Schemes ,
Of vulturous appetite , 
Of devilish mirth :

Oh !

Be this not,
This self's
Beginning of the End 

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Shivaji  Park  /  18  April ,  1960

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