Abdul The Wanderer

The person named Abdul was born of blue.A kind of created wasteland or reflection across time.He was flawed to the core and knew that tale,by rote, of the return of the winged horse.

That coffee table was lost in the clamour of the morning rush.The crowd rose on their feet and threw a fit.
Abdul was not known except in fables.
Now the masses of Eiderabad were at the well of recognition and needed to dwell on Abdul.
He of the that creative kind conjured a sequence  which created a mess.

It was science,pure and natural.
He ended up talking about something which made somebody in that space laugh and jump.
So much so, that they, ended up in splits.
Real and virtual.
Of the spikes which preempt the growth of wings and the rush of blood to fly.
Both happened when Abdul spoke to a person from the throng assembled in the Nizams crown court that day when it rained in the Durbar.

This however, is not an Kristevan idea to challenge fact or dwell on fiction.The solution is to contest versions of time.The swell of rush the and ping of tide.Which way the man in his little flight flayed was the question.
He in the presence of the King, presiding over his durbar in the midst of the collapse of  a spectator irritated Abdul.

He stood there and swam tides.

Not in the sky nor the vast
nor in the ocean or my pool
surely missing the nymphets eye
or some angels ring.


But time tells a different story.

Not lost nor found
not in the ocean near or the outer space far
surely not in vain as per eagle eye
or a soothsayers claim.

This was the word which made a person in the Durbar so sick that his sides led to a burst of light.
A spurt which splashed light across the spectrum of the sky as opposed to water.
It was in Abdul amid that lack of space in his incoherent speech amid the clamor of the rushing folks to save
living bones from turning into wings.

He was well until the sky in his impression veered off course.
And was lost.

Only that discourse of Abdul would unravel what went wrong that evening when a human started sprouting wings to show the displacement of time.