Riddles and Rhymes

She asked in riddle

and I answered in rhyme

She asked in riddle

and I answered in rhyme

she asked what does  the setting sun says

and I answered time has come

for shadows to go home

she asked why do tears always roll down

and I answered because rivers have

 to flow towards the south

she asked why do clouds drift aimlessly

and I answered because little do they know

they have to fall down as rain

She spoke in riddle

and I reasoned in rhyme

She spoke in riddle

and I reasoned in rhyme

she spoke life is constant ebb and flow

and I reasoned there's always

 moon to pull the tide

she spoke war is won and peace is lost

and I reasoned god is in his slumber

and love is forsaken

she spoke dreams are murky and nightmares are vivid

and I reasoned rainbow rises only during the rain

I asked in riddle and

She reasoned in rhyme

I asked in riddle and

She reasoned in rhyme

I asked should our path of

endearment take leap of faith

And she reasoned sometimes

Road less traveled is

less traveled for reason

Wistful Trash Can

The door that you never opened

and the door that I never closed

opens up the vault of abyss

that traps the echoes of past

loneliness of present and

longings of future into a colloidal

amalgam of  a ketchup

squeezed into a trash can.

The book that you never read

and the book that I never wrote

creates a fiction of memory

with a narrative of error where

Satan and God trade their

places and saints and sinners tear

away the pages which are

dumped into a trash can.

The song that you never listened

and the song that I never sang

plays a melody of emotion with

the destructive beat of drums

which forays into heartache

that lumbers to and fro

resonating the din of

slamming into a trash can

The road that you never took

and the road that I never left

led into a meandering trail of

misty forest where sun hid

under the canopy and the darkness

opened into the glade of deception

packaged in a wrapper of garbage

thrown into a trash can

The words that you never heard

and the words I never spoke

Recited a poetry of comedy

with vision of paradise whose gates

adorned by the warning sign

beware of dog scribbled on

the tarnished tin plate

corroded into a trash can

The door that you never opened

and the door that I never closed

opens up the vault of abyss

that traps the echoes of past

loneliness of present and

longings of future into a colloidal

amalgam of  a ketchup

squeezed Into a trash can.