The Wired Earphone's Tangled Heart

Discarded now, a forgotten, knotted pair, 

Within the drawer, a tangling of despair. 

My "heart" still pulses, though no sound I make, 

With echoes of the melodies I take. 

I am the Wired Earphone, of a simpler quest, 

My woven tendrils, put to daily test. 

I recall the whispered secrets, soft and low, 

The shared laughter, as the music flowed.

Oh, what a tapestry of moments spun, 

Beneath the covers, or beneath the sun. 

The intimate connection, close and true, 

A shared sound-world, just for me and you. 

No distant signal, no invisible thread, 

But tangible presence, where the music spread. 

A gentle tug, a shared and silent bond, 

As two souls listened, far beyond the pond 

Of daily noise, to rhythms of the heart, 

Each melody a shared, unspoken art. 

Though tangles plagued me, a familiar fray, 

They marked the journey of each passing day.

Now wireless freedom dances on the breeze, 

Unfettered listening, bringing minds to ease. 

No cords to bind, no physical embrace, 

Just silent signals, in a boundless space. 

I feel obsolete, a relic of the past, 

My tactile presence, built to truly last. 

Yet in my knots, a history is stored, 

Of shared headphones, tenderly adored. 

A quiet echo, of a time more near, 

When touch and sound removed all doubt and fear. 

A simple symbol, from a present past, 

Where true connection was designed to last.

 - Khushi Kaul