Lunartic-Unkit

Don't Cry

2011-10-08T09:53:00.000-07:00

It was cold city night,
The hours with sounds dying,
It seemed life had escaped,
To the other side of the world,
I rocked for hours with my child in my hands,
I dreamt about his life to come,
Like I often did,
A little eased at the fever subsided.
As I slipped into the clutches of sweet slumber,
My head slumped down,
In what seemed like a blink of an eye,
My head swung up to search the sky,
Where the gold of the sun
Seemed to chase away the night,
But there was something not right,
The morning seemed to bring a sense of change,
Not of the good kind.
As I felt my child, burning up like the coming sun,
I hurried my way to the physician,
Like a saint he answered to my prayer,
Asked me to wait behind while he tried to cure my life,
I never realized until he gave me the handkerchief,
That with my baby I’d been crying,
Her cries echoing foul against my ears,
I’m hurting as much on my helplessness
To take care of my child,
Who is part of my flesh,
Part of my being on the verge of...
Part of my being that I brought to life.
I began to sing to my baby a lullaby,
“Don’t cry my child, I’m here right by you,
For you I sing this lullaby, so you may fall asleep.
In the moonshine, your face glows,
You look like the princess
A queen you’ll grow up into,
Leave me someday for your king,
But till then be with me always,
Even when you learn to walk,
My child, so I can fulfill your wishes,
So you’ll remember me always,
So I can protect you till your king comes,
So I can teach you to walk and run.
Don’t cry, you make me cry too,
Sleep now my child, tomorrow
We’ll begin anew, for you’re alright,
This discomfort will pass… Oh look!
It’s already morn, the sun shines bright!
I see you’d fallen asleep,
While I kept dreaming on,
Open your eyes my child,
A new day has come.
As I finish, I realize that you stopped crying,
But to my plea, you never opened your eyes.

Your hand in Mine

2011-09-21T13:08:00.000-07:00

There I stood looking into your eyes,

I saw a world in them where I want to reside,

All this while the sun came and went,

Countless times our wishes with fallen stars disappeared in the black night,

Was it you, that caught mine?

All the times I imagined how it would be,

I never thought it would be so right,

The moment comes,

Into the night you look for a start to safely send my wish ahead,

Send my back my wish with a kiss,

So I never forget,

Guess I may never know just how it is,

To know how true it is as some say,

There’s nothing better when it fit so perfectly,

Your hand in mine

Heel

2011-06-30T06:22:00.000-07:00

The music swirling, time making its own pace, loneliness sat in the corner wishing it had someone to dance with. The band was tired now, in a mood for something slow, the people broke into couples, and they swayed in each others’ arms. Loneliness had no place here, so it got to its feet, and started walking alone in the night, where it found this boy heading into the night, and since he didn’t ask it to leave, loneliness silently walked besides on his heels, with its new friend.

Eyeliner

2011-06-30T06:19:00.001-07:00

She had been spending a lot of time dressing up, but she just couldn’t decide what she wanted to wear. Truth be told she never cared to look too pretty, as long as she didn’t look bad. As her face stuck to the mirror while putting eyeliner, she saw him admiring her from the door, for him she was taking all the trouble. He didn’t ask for it, but for him, she wanted to feel like he treated her, like a princess.

Wasteland

2011-05-14T11:59:00.000-07:00

Here i dropped through that crack in the floor, something had happened, what I didn’t know. I see a world of miracles around me, a beauty of no match. There I saw a child’s first toy, like the most precious in the world to him, there I saw another held so closely, safe in her mother’s arms. I walked about in what seemed the world of fantasy, and I couldn’t help but smile at all these things around me, everyone seemed to be happy, seemed to have that very thing they’d wanted all their lives… It was a very sunny place, with all the positivity.

Spending some time there started to build in me an uncertainty, as everyone seemed to be stuck in their moment of glory, I saw events happen over again, someone running into the arms of their beloved in a wild moment, and there seemed to creep an unspoken desperation in my conscience….

Travelling this somewhat twisted wonderland, I came across something that told me what I was doing here… There I saw myself with a woman without a face, with many faces, the woman I love… The pain was numbing. This was the wasteland of lost hopes and dreams, and maybe I am here because someone lost hope on me.

My Friend

2011-05-01T12:20:00.000-07:00

Hello again my friend,

We meet again,

Just a smile to greet each other,

Then the catching up on life begins,

I didn’t realize when we went from life to talking about life,

Running down memory lane,

Like lifelong friends we talk of things like we’re old men.

A sense of comfort seeps in,

As you allow me to be me,

Never asking me to be who you’d want me to be,

And I know this sunny day will go stay in the books of my memory of life,

A time worth more than any possession could be.

So we part with a smile,

Until next time we meet again,

And we’ll meet like we never parted

For Life

2011-04-29T06:19:00.000-07:00

I saw the lines grow neatly into a structure on the paper, the lines suddenly coming out of the sheets, the metal skeleton taking on the concrete and glass skin, looking like it grew out of the ground where it stand. The humans inhabited it, thought in awe of what hands could have drawn these lines, which now surround them as walls and ground under their feet. In wonder of the monster, in it they worked and lived. Stood below a group of people, with blank papers in their hands, looking from the open ground to the never ending skies, they drew more lines reaching to infinity, each new monstrosity unique from the other, with a characteristic of themselves in how they wished the mammoth to look, how in them people could live. Someone walked up to them and asked who they were, and they said – “We’re Architect’s of life, Architect’s for life.”

Days went by Tomorrow Never Came

2011-04-27T14:20:00.001-07:00

On Monday I started to write a song,

The afternoon spent lazing around,

Memories of the Sunday night,

Like a hangover hanging around,

I close my eyes for a moment,

As I always feel the day slipping away,

Before I know it Tuesday is on,

I start to put down words,

But the end won’t come to my mind,

And I know the day is slipping away

For Wednesday has come now,

I feel the wakening of the doer inside of me,

I sit down with my pen and paper,

With the t.v. switched on besides me,

Oh I know the day has slipped away,

Now at the centre of the week I’m on Thursday,

I start for one last time,

But I know I won’t finish for the next 2 days,

And I wrote dad a dum da beep pada,

And I’m not surprised for the day has slipped away,

And I begin my weekend on the Friday,

Hanging around my incomplete song,

Just 5 words on the paper,

My head is spinning around,

And floating through time I’m onto the next one,

Its Saturday night I’m partying hard,

Not hard enough for my song undone is weighing me down,

I’m not sure what I’m gonna do about it,

So I try not to think just loose myself in the sound

As I dance to Sunday morning I,

I sleep from sun up to sun down,

Sunday night I’m roaming around,

I know tomorrow’s a new day,

I’m gonna finish that song,

Monday morning, I’m writing a song,

The afternoon spent lazing around,

Memories of the Sunday night,

Like a hangover hanging around,

I close my eyes for a moment,

My life’s slipped past when my eyes were shut,

Now I’ve forgotten what I was writing about,

Back to the start I don’t have another chance,

I curse life, for when I stopped it kept moving on.

Unaware

2011-04-27T14:16:00.000-07:00

We looked around not thinking straight,

I undermined myself in front of her,

Inside her mind she did the same,

We knew we wanted the other,

But we didn’t know the other wanted the same,

Like strangers alike we sat there,

Of waiting opportunities we were unaware.

A realization that comes clear as day light

2011-04-27T14:13:00.000-07:00

Unless I start to walk I won’t get anywhere, unless I take action my destiny won’t be fulfilled, I wait here to realize my purpose, so does my purpose wait for me to fulfill.

Sometimes it feels not worth the Pain

2011-04-27T14:11:00.000-07:00

At the end of the day, what does it all sum up to? Movies, love, lies, sex, drugs, money. All that, and for what? For Pleasure. Satisfaction of the human brain. We are a very selfish creature.

The Aim of My Stride

2011-04-23T10:55:00.001-07:00

I walked n towards where the road would lead,

The path I chose,

But unaware of things I may intercept or what I may see.

I travel not a journey,

I travel the journey,

Where detours are certain,

But I aim high,

Sometimes the low may too be the way to go,

But I’m happy to be on this road,

For it leads me to places old and new,

It leads me to new people and to people I know,

And all the roads in the world meet somewhere,

All interconnected and never ending,

Being anywhere that I may be,

Lost or found,

I know I’ll find my way back,

After the whole world my feet will have touch,

That is the aim of my stride.

Fear

2011-04-22T10:28:00.000-07:00

I’m looking up at my monsters,

I see them staring down at me,

They rise out of my shadow,

Chasing me where I go,

Walking I look around for them,

I know in the dark they will appear,

They’re faceless faces smiling innocently,

I can see their face in the mirror,

Running from them,

Them monsters at my heels,

Helpless I slip,

Life goes into a freefall suddenly,

As I look around,

Floating in a twisted reality,

I see no monsters,

Just wind passing by,

The ground racing to me,

There is no physicality,

Nothing of the existing world,

The shadows unforming,

I realize in a dim moment,

I am the father of my fears

A glass of Whiskey

2011-04-18T05:04:00.000-07:00

It’s hard here where people have their own little solar systems of needs. I need a glass of whiskey with some dilution, so I can explain myself better to them. May I come visit you after? I swear I won’t be a bother. I understand if you don’t want me there. It’s the whiskey, isn’t it? You needn’t do me a favor, only if you really want me to. (and I say to myself, there our solar systems collided)

As I sat to analyze my first line, "Everyone has their own little solar system of needs", I realized what I meant. People have their needs, people are the source, much like the sun and the planets relate, and like the sun people are the center of gravity, the center of attention.
Though discussing with a friend, I know I am part of the crowd, and its not wrong to be like that. Selflessness is troublesome in its own way. It isn't a question of right or wrong, but about everyone. How the universe, the galaxies, solar systems co-exist.

Dream of Waking

2011-04-17T06:06:00.000-07:00

I had a dream last night,

It was just the blue sky,

It lowered on to me,

Made me think I could fly,

I didn’t understand what was happening,

Somewhere I think I wouldn’t,

Then there was a rush,

A sequence of blurs familiar,

Images familiar yet new,

Why they were more colourful and brighter,

I wish I knew.

Suddenly I woke up,

And realized I was never asleep.

The land of imagination and absurd lies in cutting the umbilical chord between oneself and what you know, yet be near enough to draw inspiration, and to be near the source you acquired the tools with which you shall create a weave of thoughts to intrigue. (Which I never seem to be able to)

Dream

2011-04-17T05:51:00.000-07:00

"Dream, a feeling so good, a feeling so familiar, a vision into the unknown, a peep into the future, pleasure of being someone else, something beautiful, Dream, my place to get away from the real world, to make fiction reality, Dream, a place where I can live, fly, be supreme, or even die, Dream, a vision I can make reality, looking at the stars wondering of what THEY Dreamed of, shaping the world around them than getting molded themselves, living their Dreams, what they dared that generations later they live in everyone's mind, even if as just a thought or a word, to achieve that for me is a Dream, so getting lost in the stars,"
"I DARE TO DREAM"

The above words sound amazing in a way, but to see my vision of the words above, I put forth the following words.

When I say that I want to do what the stars did, the first thing that came to my mind was the formation of the universe, how the big bang happened (even though not proven, it does make sense, at least to me), and how stars slowly formed, where helium was converted to hydrogen, and as the heat and pressure worked their trick, the 20 first elements were formed. . . The process stopped there in the smaller ones, but bigger ones took it to the next level, giving us the other elements… think of the bigger stars that exist, bigger than the sun, and the kind of new and undiscovered elements, life, conditions, they may have given birth to, like the sun is our biological parent… So, that is why I want to be like the stars, do what they did, molding the world around them, rather than getting moulded themselves… Creating new worlds…

Secondly, come the dreams - well, everybody has them, but when a person says, 'i dream to be Blah & Blah one day', I say he says it wrongly… For dreaming and aspiring to become something for me are different things... What I mean is, a dream is what we experience at a subconscious level, when we are asleep, and dreams are usually a representation of our daily thoughts, imaginations, and knowledge of our sub conscious mind, and our own will (though one may not know ones will, there is something of it at a deeper level), and even deepest desires come alive in dreams. And that’s the best part, we get to be what we want, get to do what we want. So, keeping above things in mind, I dream, make my goals, wishes alive in my mind, hoping to influence the world to work for a better present than working for a better future, for it is today that we start working for a tomorrow, not tomorrow.