The solitary blue stiletto

I and my blue mate

Encrusted with Swarovski crystals

Snake-skin leather, lace of velvet fleece

Heels pointed slick and shiny

Couture of Jimmy choo

Trend setters straight from Milan

Meant to see the glitz of glistening parties

Mind you... not any ordinary footwear we are

We often mock our neighbours-the dirty pair of sneakers

Of their futile existence, sans, style or substance

Regret why you keep us beside them

Being worn to drab unglamorous places

Biting the dust on potholed roads

Next to us they don’t even stand a chance

Because we are The blue stilettos

I and my blue mate

Endured your weight

Transformed your awkward gait

into a cat-walk on the ramp

Treaded and pranced miles

Made you stand inches taller

Elevated your confidence

Enhanced your persona

Fashionistas complimented you

Appreciated your style statement

 Designed to impress a woman’s vanity

We were your fad

Addressed to your whim

Jumped in your gambol

Pity you! Though we discomforted your feet

Ignoring the shoe-bites we gave

You suffered us stoically

Because we are The blue stilettos

But as my mate is lost.

I stand alone. Blue. Neglected.  Jaded.

A lonely sole in the closet

Waiting to be picked

Waiting to be dusted

Waiting to be worn again

Meant to see the glitz of glistening parties 

Missing the tick-tick rustle when tapped on the floor

The dirty sneakers stand proud and sturdy

They mock at me that I am all alone

Alas! You abandoned me in the shoebox

Choosing the dirty pair of sneakers over me

Ordained to a twist of fate

I know it wouldn’t be late

that you would totally dispose me off

Because I am the solitary blue stiletto