Bookish Scriber

if time determines the future, then our fate is blur and not sure. if past is meant to be forgotten, how can we begin? your voice is an echo, like a fictional beau. it fades, it does not stay something that vanishes away you are like a maze, a conundrum that blaze. You are what I’m not. the south of every north.

    Clock is ticking! The sun is sleeping! The moon is singing! The stars are dinning! The bed swallow me whole Such portal to sinking ships and angry bull.   I’m sliding on the rainbow’s arc Climbing the biggest trees’ bark Talking to my bestfriend shark Yelling with joyous remark.   Sitting with talking mushroom, While watching two souls fighting with broom. Colorful scarlet threads coming from the loom As I watch it with magic zoom   Loud sounds coming from the thin wall Like a vociferous thud of dribbling ball Banging here, banging there Everything’s not right   from here to everywhere.   I open my eyes. Everything dies. I was covered with lies, I knew it, as dreams flies.   Happiness is a weakness of the heart. It's all about escaping from what is real. Vanishing from pain and ordeal Like a temporary seal.     I leapt out from the bed. I open the door. I called thei...

  Beau   In two decades and five years, I want to live alone without fear, Every inch of me does not believe in forever, But look how fate played, I found you my dear.     You are that halcyon blue sky above, You are not a teacher but you taught me what is love. You are the truce that I found   amidst of strife. You are the memories that I will cherish even in afterlife.     You are the choice I will always choose. A door that I will never close. You are that mushy lullaby serenading my destitute soul, You are sweet and sometimes a temperamental fool.     In life’s battlefield, You are my weapon and shield. When darkness gives me fright, You are that beacon burning endlessly bright.   Some would say why you? Excuse me to say this but why not? Everyone deserves to be loved, And so are you, my beau.