"IMAGINOR":Hour Of Magic....

A sheer joy when I opened the trapdoor in silence,in concealed footsteps. What I saw was a Sunset in a new dimension. A broader sky.A canvas painted by some anonymous. Marvellous. I could not peep through the concrete wall though. I was little. Words insinuated 'cause they forbade me. A 'juvenile delinquent' in their eyes. They scared me of Monsters.But they didn't appear before me. I believe they lied or the Monsters did let me go. I can climb up to the highest part of the roof now. I can feel the whisperings of the wind. Conjuration of the clouds.Nodding tree branches. They say this is a waste of time. But I feel myself cogent. If I was given to fly,I promise,I would get home at dusk with the quarrelling flock of Gulls. And walk on the roads as directed.

Run.Fire.Alarm. Save yourself. Look for the inmates. Save the paintings and the bunch of roses from the hungry flame. The memories captured in frames been charred. Tears has gone dry 'cause of the heat. The thick Holy book no longer exists. Ashes causing coughs. Hold your breath.Run. The bird,was locked in the cage has died. The baby is burnt.The black smoke is rolling up and clasping The House like a serpent. The garden is engulfed into the fire. The wooden cradle have lost its veneer.Still in swing. No sign of pulse.Only the violent breeze and flame. Sensing the damnation. The House is burning. Crumbling down slowly.So the Earth. We never made it,have we? Is it on fire because of Us?