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.

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
Stargazing,
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.

Book Review of "Catcher in the Rye"

Dialogue between me and a friend about a novel I suggested him. The unusual vocabulary is straight out of the pages of said novel, in case you need to refer.

Me: So, was it worth it?

He: Swell, it was darn right swell!

Me (shaking my head bemusedly) : I take it you found the story-line to be of your liking.

He: The Catcher in the Rye? It was "Grand".

Me: You do remember how despised a description "Grand" was in the opinion of the author, right?

He (patronizingly) : Yeah, yeah. He found the term "phony". You wanna know MY opinion about HIS opinions?

Me (unimpressed) : Not really. But, I suppose you'll tell me nevertheless.

He (ranting speech) : So, I think he thought everything was either a "phony" or a "swell"; every person was an "old chap". He could have been best-buds with The Great Gatsby for all his theatrics about the "old sport". Everything that was even moderately out-of-the-norm "killed" him! And, the biggest sore in my eye was the "sonuvabitch" shit! I mean, what self-respecting sixteen-year old doesn't know how to say "son of a bitch"? He thought his brother was a "prostitute" for "selling his talent" of writing, to the Hollywood? Well, what business was he settling, for being involved with a prostitute of his own? He was the biggest "corny" if ever there was one. He always "meant it when he did something" and within a blink, realized that he hadn't actually meant it. He wrote an entire novel of close to two hundred pages, doing nothing but whining and cribbing!

Me (shocked) : It is a CLASSIC! Every single individual who read it, was deeply affected in some way. Didn't it change or move ANYthing inside you?

He (high and mighty) : Not one damn thing! It was a sheer waste of my Christmas dough!

Me: You mean waste of your-

He: -waste I tell you!

(He leaves still complaining about waste of "dough" which is in J.D. Salinger's words, a replacement for "money".)

Me (laughing) : Something did change in him after all, just not something I would have imagined.

DARKNESS

Amidst the pitch black,
Shone a lone ray of light.
As if it had a knack,
To preserve and to fight.

Eliciting a little hope
Within the shadows,
It gave a reason to cope
Where all else fades.

The dark so intimately
Was entwined with light,
Proving their existence solely
Did depend on each others' might.

The black of midnight,
Oh so intimidating!
The lone ray of light,
Oh so soothing!

There is a little hope,
Even in the darkest of places.
So, tie that rope,
To hold together the spaces.

The candle that lights
The entire room,
Shares the same plights
Of being surrounded by dark doom.

Also, never forget,
It is the darkest
Just before dawn.
Just before dawn!

Do not fret!
There is nothing to fear.
If darkness surrounds,
You are about to rebound.

Darkness is the indication
Of stark brightness nearby.
Just hold your patience
Before you can fly.

The winged creatures,
Do thrive!
Embrace the nature,
So you can feel alive!

It's the darkest,
Just before dawn!
It's the darkest,
Just before dawn!