The Listening Lens

Have you heard about my listening lens?

the ways I use my pretense,

juggling from one lens to millions,

One can never know,

how I listened,

how I misunderstood,

how I became a fool,

to the eyes on the other end,

the mischievous curiosity in knowing the truth,

the underlying emotional root,

wearing the acts of accessories to mute,

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I am not a therapist,

but a crucial observer,

when hiding my fists,

under the podium of forceful perfectionists,

leaning in with a willingness,

displaying an underlying hesitance,

the eye and body, undeniably,

becoming a language to sketch,

a judgmental story with a touch,

a hard-earned reality,

swept under a broken bench,

denying the facts with a pretense,

/

Aren't we all judging on the stand,

the first impression to capture the audience,

the last impression painting a resonance,

/

Don't hesitate to pass judgment,

for I witness the grip of mind,

jumping from one frame to another,

gasping for the presence of mind,

to bring it back to now,

so as not to misinterpret the pronouns,

/

Heeding from across the window,

ignoring the echoes around the gut,

to go through the lens of biased living,

I open my naive eyes of listening lens,

Listening,

What's more important now?

- Aug 21, 2025

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