Regularity

I woke up in the afternoon
And felt so tired of being me
That I became an autumn leaf.

By evening I was tired
Of floating around
In the slight breeze
And became the shadow
Of a lamp post.

As night fell,
The trampling feet
That walked over me...
Over and over again,
Broke me beyond repair.
I started oozing out light.

All the light
Stored inside me
For the next Light Donation Camp
Came out and drenched the road.

By morning
I dragged myself to bed
And signed a Peace Treaty
With the Universe.

Qcumbersome

Served on a plate of awkwardness they ordered for a salad of uncomfortable and called it Qcumbersome.

Procrastination

took her over a year to find out what the word means.
The word that told the story of her life.

On the Flip Side

That is the better side to be on. I genuinely feel that the flip side is THE side to be on.

It's risk-free, less-hassle and people generally think that it is the wrong side to be on, so no living up to any expectations.

Oh I love that part! I love not living up to expectations because I hate it when people don't live up to mine. And they do it with such prowess,I tell you! They give me serious inferiority complex. Brrrrr... the very thought gives me goosebumps.

Being on the flip side also develops your personality. You become shit-resistant and actually with years of practice you might just become shit-proof. Like nothing affects you.

Sarcasm becomes your defense mechanism and I'll also tell you one of the trade secrets, you can mask your bitterness as wit.

On the flip side you are also alone.  Almost all the time. That again means more time to read, watch movies and be creative and better as a whole.

I have always liked the Flip side but now that I am actually here, I am loving it.

Normal

Climbing two steps at a time because you have long legs is normal.
Tripping down and falling--- very very normal.

Melancholy

He searched the word online and found out that it meant 'a deep, pensive and long-lasting sadness'. "I have to search 'long' now" he said to himself. After about an hour, "This is Melancholy" he decided.

Letters

No no. I am not talking about the alphabets. I am talking about the pieces of paper where you write.

You write about this and that and here and there and of course about then and now. And you write about him and her; and may be a little about--- it.

I am talking about all the things that you write down on that piece of paper. The things that you imagine that would come as a reply to those letters. The time that you spend weaving a message that would make that person laugh or cry or even hurt them. I am talking about the effort you put in to get your feelings across.

Yes, I am talking about telling the story which you may not have told otherwise. That particular sentence that you thought of telling this person who matters but could not because you never wanted a reply. Write it down in a letter. Write letters.

Write letters because it feels good. Write letters because it feels good to receive one. It is an amazing feeling to know that somebody actually took some time off to sit down and write a letter to you. It's so good to see the spelling errors which were made because you were anxious and the incomprehensible sentences that contain so much that they hardly make any meaning. Write letters because they can be preserved or can be carried around in the wallet. They are not like mails or text messages which you lose after sometime. Write letters and add a 'p.s'. Trust me it is the best part about it.
  

Write letters because after a while words become so meaningless, when they are spoken that until and unless you put them down in writing, they refuse to make sense. 

P.S: I have always believed that words have a mind of their own. They make sense only when they wish to.