A deafening morning sound.
Losing my ability to hear felt so freeing.
Atleast one of my senses was no longer bound,
now I could believe what I was seeing.

Opinions did not matter anymore
and that in itself was exhilarating
for I only looked at the waves on shores
without having to listen to the winds whispering.

Having no sound was beautiful for a day
and then again change deemed itself as desirable.
There I was, dying to hear myself say
but I was deaf and thus inconsolable.

So now I hear through closed eyes
and hear only what I need to.
Atleast with deaf ears I did realize,
sound was equally pure and true.

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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