"IMAGINOR":Hour Of Magic....

The two kittens were fighting and scratching each other... Now they are in sleep..a square meal..and their mother is gone.. The vitality has already begun.. The time in between..I didn't realize... Smitten by a grotesque feeling.. Lost somewhere..stuck somewhere... The rescue route..untraveled..has never been tried in fact... I watched the man who forgot his meal-box in haste to catch the daily train... I have seen the wayfarer..scrounging through his map.. I have seen people strange.. Speeding high.. Voluptuous fly.. Basking in the sunset-canvas-sky... The deepest eyes..darkest shadows behind.. And the man who sees it with an intense try.. The time in between...I didn't realize...

They were anarchy in its truest form,the four junkies who in glorified,poisoned their mothers wombs. Made music ugly and ugly to music. They spitted straight up on the face of their Queen. Had no vision,had no respect. They were raised from filth. And wore filth even if they had a choice. They remained unsung,barred. I cannot remember the Nobel laureate old,white haired scientists. 'coz there are too many. They broke rules.Guess they didn't know any rules. Albeit they gave Punk. And Punk seems unachievable to you and me which is the funniest part. We don't dare in fact with our shackled hands. I can see Sex Pistols when I look into the mirror but its not me.