Our tweets, our blogs are just empty words
What we write with pride are just empty words
The poignant descriptions, the constructs, the metaphors
They’re beautiful alright but just empty words
I poured my heart out, they spoke their minds
Their attempt at empathy – just empty words
Through the rustle of real pages, or a swipe on your phone
What surfaces each time, is just empty words
I’m listening now, but I can’t hear what they say
Their eloquent expression, just empty words
I read your feature on Kafila, it was shared on FB
Your erudite discourse – just empty words
The songs we sleep with, the poetry we love
We romance the writers, for just empty words
You express freely, but do you realize ‘Mat?
This ghazal of yours – just empty words
Almost hurts to read this…but I made myself.
Also I love the cadence of your expression.
I wrote this on a whim! As a reminder for myself more than anything else, I guess.
As for the cadence – thank you. I am a Mathsy so find it tough without some sort of a rhythm 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
wow loved it totally 🙂
amazing words i like this.your expression is so good.
Thank you sir!
It leaves me spellbound and mesmerized
but, all I can say are – empty words
Thanks, Prashant 🙂