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, 29 March 1970

Endless train of thoughts

I look at the yonder hills ,
To watch the setting sun
The god of fire
Sinking into the valley of
Vainly trying to light the dusk
With a glow
That lasts not long :

My hopes sink too !

I am afraid of night
Just as I dread death .
It leaves me alone
-     All alone
Into a realm unknown
Of nothingness
Where time and space
Are but one
And I have no form ,
No speech , no sight , no sense –
There is only
An endless train of thoughts ,
Mine , somebody’s , everybody’s ,
Floating around ;

Coming out of nothingness
Disappearing into nothingness ;
And my formless self
Rides one
And then another ,
But just for a moment ;

Which brings back to me,
My form and speech
And daylight –
Again everything is gone
Bur the deep darkness

And the dreadful silence .



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