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

Now as I approach my 90th birthday ( 27 June 2023 ) , I invite you to visit my Digital Avatar ( www.hemenparekh.ai ) – and continue chatting with me , even when I am no more here physically

Friday, 20 May 2016

This summer noon





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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
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As per Google Translate on 06 Dec 2017


इस गर्मी की दोपहर, हवाओं को गश करना और, संगीत गिरती पत्तियों में से; मुझे सभी को याद दिलाना दिनों की, वहाँ नही है जो की थोड़ी सी भी झलक आज -------------------------------------------------- ----------

My own transliteration  (  12  Dec  2017  )

गर्मिओं की इस दोपहर

इक हवा का झोंका आया ,

पतझड़ के पत्तों ने जैसे
कोई गीत गाया  !

मुझे आज भी याद है ,

वो दिन ,
झलक ना रही जिसकी ,

मुझे आज भी याद है वो दिन

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Added on 27 Dec 2022 :

Translation done by MoxWave software :

इस गर्मी के दोपहर, 

हवाओं और पत्तियों का संगीत; 

मुझे सभी दिनों की याद दिलाएं, 

जिसकी आज सबसे थोड़ी झलक नहीं है

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This is almost as good as Google translation - or slightly better

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Message Divine



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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

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Lest the soul succumb



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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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