Fine-Tuning

 “Listen” grew silent

The ears were no longer feeling present

Words uttered from near

Felt as though from afar

Hearing felt like a pain

Let alone listening: oh it was such a strain

The ears then decided to play a game:

Open and shut

Keeping my mouth shut,

Thoughts had to stay put

I just sat back, in quiet participation with this strange game.

It felt as though listen and speak had gone to a silent  party:

Where they had no role in their kitty:

They needed to be heard first; didn’t they?

Thus went on this game for a few days

Without giving a damn about what people say

Truly, ignorance felt like bliss:

For hearing and listening had to be less.

I missed music, mantras and the sounds of tantrums of my little butterfly.

If anything, the ears felt bereft of the lovely sounds, except it felt good to not interact.

The game seemed to prolong and could no longer be like a one-act play

ENT : without a delay, else the relay to my mind would remain disconnected.

Gush! Splash, the water jet went piercing

Straight into the ears,

Washing everything clean

With the sound of water crystal clear

Every drop felt new, with drops of water remaining like dew around the ear

Sigh of relief! Every sound amplified 

After the ears returned from being gamified.

The slightest honk blew loud into the ears

Making me realise how hard it would have been when I honked aloud

Fine-tuning: still reeling back to the old ways 

Leaving with a thought to ponder:

The mind gets accustomed to whatever you feed it: for it had already gotten used to the tune of just 75% audio. Just as how the eyes adjust their vision to view something even in the dark.