Stilletoed Status
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She stilettoed on the ramp
into the hearts of the captive audience
as they watched her body sway to the music,
every move of hers critically observed
as she let the designer’s garment fit, flow and flood
the stage walking smiling to none and all.
Walking the winding ways of the ramp
everyday, I strut, I sway, I swirl
to the music of life -
sometimes soft, sometimes loud,
I know I am watched
by eyes that only know to painfully stare,
that know no care,
I walk high amidst clouds of smoke
that fill my bottomless pit of arrogance,
my stilettos tapping on the hollow stage of life,
every sound of my shoes only soar me high
into the realms of a illusionary world
I despise yet prize.
I hear the sound of emptiness emanate
from the plethora of a hypocritical existence
yet I carry on, catering to the whims of the world
my self lost in the bareness of unholy desire,
my soul bruised by lifeless passions set afire.
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Excellent form of expression…
Thanks Tanaya. It isn’t easy to be critical of oneself and one’s flaws. Nice you understood.
Knowing her stilettoe and what she wears is momentarily, still she wears and walks to fulfill her dream, that one day she shall be in a position to BUY it, with her trim chiseled body.
Thanks Anil for the comment. If only realization dawns on all.