Mélange ~ Cheruba Devraj

Words don’t always say it all

And even if they could

How could I have said to you

All that I should

For it is not a thing I reckon

Nor reconciled

The beauty of the ugliness

And smiles amidst the fall

I search the face that smiles at me

And then peer inside my heart

To pick the pieces of the words

That we scattered in the dark

And of them all I choose a few

they to my surprise read

queer but a quaint accord

faintly ringing beneath the breath

a reluctant tune to song

Composed in prose to conjure

pain in fading reminiscence

Of what we seldom chose to see

loads of vibrant emotions.

(A poem by a friend, Cheruba. Do post your comments. I want her to see them and get motivated into writing more and eventually start publishing.)