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, 12 September 1978

Tik 20


Tik 20 , Tik 20,
Tick , tick
Twenty , twenty
Twenty is plenty
And enough is enough.

But I have to be a coward
To wish otherwise,
Why else , should there be
In my stomach , when I take to air ?

Who was himself a butterfly
Once upon a time !

Bring that bottle to me ,
In any case
Impotents cannot die –

Am I not a later day Socrates ?
( I wonder if Socrates was married ! )

Am I not entitled
To my cup of ecstasy
Floating on these clouds ?

Hamlock , Tik 20,
What difference does it make ?
I do not think
The sky will cry
Or the sea get indigestion
Should this plane go down !

As for you,
You will cry your heart out
Till it is empty
( your tears might even fill,
A bottle of Tik 20 ! )

Get rid,
Of yourself
Of this infection
You have called love,
I had no right
To enter your life –
But having entered
Can I tip toe
Into the waiting arms
Of the Amavasya night
Without , so much as saying ,
Sayonara , Al Vida,

Goodbye !


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