Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, 
Old time is still a-flying: 
And this same flower that smiles to-day 
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run, 
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first, 
When youth and blood are warmer; 
But being spent, the worse, and worst 
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time, 
And while ye may, go marry: 
For having lost but once your prime 
You may for ever tarry.

All I have is a voice to undo the folded lie, 

the romantic lie in the brain of the sensual man-in-the-street and 

the lie of Authority whose buildings grope the sky: 

There is no such thing as the State and no one exists alone;

 Hunger allows no choice to the citizen or the police; 

We must love one another or die

Champagne Supernova!!!

2:00 AM:

One of those nights…she is wide awake…pages were turned, bridges were burned and lessons still not learned

She had said yes and he had said so?

She had shuddered, she had shrivelled, she had panicked…She had nodded her head in unison with us when we told her: 'He is not your guy' She realized she had been standing there all alone… Under a champagne supernova she had created all by herself…Created by using his unguarded gestures and words that had come her way…

Little did she know, he had been guarding it all, guarding it all with a shield made of ether, a shield that made a noise when tapped into, a shield that grew stronger by the day and weaker by the night. Maybe, she wondered, that could have been the reason why he always came during the dusks of summer nights and went away before the dawns of summer days. She had hoped she could trick him into watching the sunrise with her if she held his hands tightly. Seeing her try so hard, he had repeated for the 4^th time: Am kinda done with the sunrises. I have been wanting to swim under the moonlight when the tides are high and the coast is clear for the longest time. Isnt that more fun?  She had said yes to that question yet again for the 4^th time

She sighed as she lied there wide awake..She had yet again proven to herself that she was wrong about what she thought she had wanted…She had yet again walked through untrodden paths to see if she really needed what she thought she needed…

She had thought, she wanted to learn guitar but ended up falling in love with the violin…She had thought, she liked to chill out in the beaches but the mountains gave meaning to her very existence…She had thought she couldn’t live without the chicken curry, but now she laments on how many bad karma points she must have accrued for killing all those innocent beings. As she lied there, bidding farewell to his memory for the umpteenth time and knowing very well she will have to go through this exercise for many more nights to come…She says a prayer for him and sends her blessings his way for making her realize that she definitely needs the sunrise and that the concept of 'swimming under the moonlight when the tides are high and the coast is clear' is very overrated…

Theatre of the Absurd

Absurdism itself is a branch off of the traditional assertions of existentialism and posits that, while inherent meaning might very well exist in the universe, human beings are incapable of finding it due to some form of mental or philosophical limitation. Thus humanity is doomed to be faced with the Absurd, or the absolute absurdity of existence in lack of intrinsic purpose (Wiki) 


The one play that clearly falls in this category is "Waiting for Godot". A tragiccomedy of sorts open to wide interpretation and the best in this century that portrays existentialism in its true format

There is a scene where the guy takes off his belt to hang himself and his trousers fall off. laughed my heart out but it had an irony i couldnt miss...

We take ourselves way too seriously...Why fret so much???  In any case we are never going to get out of it alive...So CHILL!!! 

FYI !!!

I came across this at a time when I needed to see it the most...Helped me add a spring to my gait and charge at unimaginable speeds to pick up the flagstones on the path to infinity...
Desiderata was inspired by an urge that Ehrmann wrote about in his diary:

"I should like, if I could, to leave a humble gift -- a bit of chaste prose that had caught up some noble moods."

DESIDERATA 

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, 

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, 

be on good terms with all persons. 

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; 

and listen to others, 

even to the dull and the ignorant; 

they too have their story. 

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; 

they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, 

you may become vain or bitter, 

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. 

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. 

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; 

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, 

for the world is full of trickery. 

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; 

many persons strive for high ideals, 

and everywhere life is full of heroism. 

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. 

Neither be cynical about love, 

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, 

it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, 

gracefully surrendering the things of youth. 

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. 

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. 

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, 

be gentle with yourself. 

You are a child of the universe 

no less than the trees and the stars; 

you have a right to be here. 

And whether or not it is clear to you, 

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, 

whatever you conceive Him to be. 

And whatever your labors and aspirations, 

in the noisy confusion of life, 

keep peace in your soul. 

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, 

it is still a beautiful world. 

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

The author is Max Ehrmann, a poet and lawyer from Terre Haute, Indiana, who lived from 1872 to 1945.