Friday, 6 January 2017

Heels : A Woman's Best Friend

It was probably in the ancient ages that shoes were presented with heels to provide the precious few inches to go along with a woman's stature. And, it was construed as a belief that only women who were lacking in height would need to resort to wearing heels.
What a blasphemous myth!
Heels are, in the truest sense, a woman's best friend and not just an aid to gain height. They gift you with the elegance in gait and confidence within that can never be sought anywhere else.
How many times had you walked across the street and been overlooked because you didn't reach the eye level to the handsome man living across from your apartment?
How many times did you let opportunities slide by you because you didn't feel comfortable in your own skin?
How many times did you pass up beautiful pair of Platform Pumps simply because everyone said 5'9 is too tall, as it is?
How many times did you cry about not knowing just HOW to walk in the heels that people label as "deathtraps"?
Well, it is time you changed it. Go. Learn. Learn how to walk in those heels and you will sooner realize the world of possibilities that await you.
There is nothing like the confidence that comes from within your soul when your walk is as smooth and sinewy atop those added three or four inches of height. That subtle click - clack sound is music to your ears when half the heads in the vicinity take note of your arrival. You are no more shrugged into oblivion.
You stand out!
And, you're not scared of it. Because, you trust yourself and your new best friend - the beautiful pair of HEELS that presented you with all this in the first place.
It is not untrue when they say that the first thing people take notice of, when they see you, are your Shoes.
The RIGHT pair of footwear can work wonders for you!
So, quit worrying and taking other's word for things over your own. Go buy your first pair of heels, or a new one if you're already part of the club, and relish the feel of it.
The world definitely looks better, far more ripe with possibilities, from "up there". Trust me. Or else, go find for yourself.

Monday, 2 January 2017

The Morningstar and the Eveningstar

As the Sun rose,
And the pink hued sky woke,
From it's dark doze,
I smiled.

The sunshine kissed our nose,

Through the open window.
The cool wind blows,
And, beautiful is the lake below.

Although we spent the night

The sheer beauty of the morning light
Is no less mesmerizing.

The million twinkling lights of the dark

Sky, up so high,
Paint a picture, oh so stark,
Making me sigh.

The winged creatures of dawn

Have arrived,
Making us reminisce and fawn
Over our midnight drive.

The dusk had an eerie

Backdrop of night-crawlers,
The dawn shone a cheery
Optimism of early-chirpers.

How does one decide?

My mind muses.
Is there someone to confide?
My heart fuses.

Fuses like the child

Of the Sun and the Moon.
I wait, and time I bide,
I listen to whispers and a lone soft croon.

That lonesome soft croon,

So out of place.
This was a treasure, about to disappear soon.
Initially crawling, now in a hurried pace.

Is it the Morning star?

Excitement ran in my pulse.
How alike it seems to the Evening star,
Cool, calm, collected, came the voice.

Are they related?

Both so alike in their beauty?
An unbidden thought came belated,
And I curved inwards in silent duty.

The night eerie,

Always a mystery.
The morning cheery,
A gift from the same fairy.

Cousins they are,

Now I know.
'Siblings', they chortle from afar,
As I stand below.