Just words

by apoorvmat

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