"IMAGINOR":Hour Of Magic....

Dusty,the roads Grayish,the skies Running like hell with an intention to fly. Shepherd boy lashing at the wild buffaloes with a heart of stone. Fatigued,the mill workers getting home. Smitten by a dark beauty,a boy is chasing the unknown. How does it feel No direction home? Feeble,an old farmer counting the stars. Infertile,his farmlands like an unprecedented curse. Disheveled,a widower looking at the window. Unforgiving,her watery eyes. Soldiers marching past into the dark, only thing that she reminds. Weak,the kerosene lamps, children reading in chorus. Sleepy,their eyes as they embark into no future. Twinkling,the fireflies at the haunted one tree hill. How does it feel No direction home?

Neat and clean.smartened hair, little jhonny is going to school... Scampering through the rooms... Can't be late,can't miss anything. Carrying weight of the world on his back.No imagination. Impatient daddy,moves ten minutes faster than rest of the world,waiting in his car. Children,dirty and poor,pausing their street games as the car makes its way. Little jhonny watches them with curiosity as they are fading away. He couldn't realize when the sun went back home. Little jhonny misses the day's play. Autobiography,history books galore... Dexter's laboratory is all dusty...unproductive... His little red fish dies in the bowl all alone.

And walking out from the bedlam session,created long long time ago,grabbing my hedonic thrills...was like playing the packman again and again... Sneaking through a squalid alley...don't really know... My intentions were fragile and maneuvering was nil... All your credos seemed fake.. My naivety made things worse. Thought of starting out right from zero.. Guess it is not the truth... Love the way it is... Ever changing...bleak... Eventually shows the way!

Everything is relative.. Necessity..realization..invention.. Wish if we could come along.. But even the weapons are getting better.. Supersonic..ultrasonic..and maximizing.. How can you be resounding like before?.. Differences are from inside out.. Fragile sands..ocean's enormity..footsteps lost.. Causes are vague..possibly ostracize and kill.. Wish you were mute only.. No one could buy you then..