Rescuer, I’ll be your savior
I spend hours thinking,
Scrolling, scribbling, wasting..
Over thinking, complicating.
Only to do it in spite of it all.
There are always signs around,
For those who would understand,
Only if you listen to them.
Life has been talking to me lately.
For all the times I’ve feared of the future
Everything I’ve done so recently,
Has been a trial experiment to clear my conscience.
At the cost of emotions, broken hearts and art.
How do you put a price tag
On commodified art pieces, specifically curated.
Made purely out of self inflicted misery?
How healthy is this routine to last?
But each time, a resultant case study–
Guides me through an eventual.
Oh the female-mind, the woman-kind
The overdue obsession with forever after.
For though my heart beats for another,
It still seeks something out there.
For even for the little while that i had what i seeked for
These eyes lurked around searching for something more,
a life that i can barely comprehend.
Would forever be sufficient when i eventually find it?
Or will i even then sing that
‘i still haven’t found what I’m looking for.. ’
Its not that this heart is simply insatiable.
Maybe it’s just how the likes of me are designed to be–
Or is that my excuse to ease myself of my insanity.
This mind wont stop. I’m on yet another spiral of thoughts.
If i scream in my mind, will you see it in my eyes..
If i am dying on the inside, will you notice the quiver on my lips..
If this is all about me, why am i waiting to be rescued.
Why am i relying on you to understand me. Unspoken.
When im the one preaching 'only you can help you’.
So to me. Will you know when to stop me?
Will you know how to calm this brewing storm?
Would you save me from my self when time comes?
Will you scream out loud when you can no longer help me.
Do you see it? You’ve read so far–
How this minds attention span is like of a butterfly
Fluttering from one to another, for its short lived life..
Then it dies. Rebirth is yet another life cycle.
Watch me talk, it’s fun. Entertaining; but then let the insanity slide–
Love isnt as simple as it used to be. The more you learn,
The more you unnecessarily complicate its very being.
Coping to the fears of society’s misery
Conflicted, fearsome. Detached, lurking.
These souls are a lost cause..
And among them are the likes of you, and maybe me–
some miraculous encounters, unimagined intertwining lifelines -
so, why don’t– why dont’t you be my rescuer, and i’ll be your savior.
we’ll sail these oceans together, feed each others emptiness on this voyage.
two floating boats, meeting lost, on vast bodies of endless horizons
you’ll be my rescuer, and i’ll be your savior.
