tinku thinkaadu
on a nameless morning anta , in a weightless hour anta , the sun was absent anta , behind the clouds so far..
far, far.
frantically, he wrestled the thoughts out of his mind. in a way not often expressed in public, he moved his hands.. infuriated at the sudden demise of the pompous sanity that sustained the pertubations of his wicked world. kicking out the shoes from his feet, he walked away from the congragated set of soul searchers. in his mind, it was the silliest thing that man could do. why in gods name, would anyone actually be bereaved at the loss of such pulchritude, he muttered under his breath.
he went along and sat in a huff. under a rusty old cold kissed flagpost, appealing in its solitude. man should sit with the likeliest thing he sees. not in his years had he seen a flagpost like that, like a blank white face in school reunion, it stood there in a corner, waiting for someone to come along and sit next to it.
no no that doesnt't end there..
yesterday is a bar around the corner, we visit. once in a while.
WHY RE TINKU ? WHY ?
far, far.
frantically, he wrestled the thoughts out of his mind. in a way not often expressed in public, he moved his hands.. infuriated at the sudden demise of the pompous sanity that sustained the pertubations of his wicked world. kicking out the shoes from his feet, he walked away from the congragated set of soul searchers. in his mind, it was the silliest thing that man could do. why in gods name, would anyone actually be bereaved at the loss of such pulchritude, he muttered under his breath.
he went along and sat in a huff. under a rusty old cold kissed flagpost, appealing in its solitude. man should sit with the likeliest thing he sees. not in his years had he seen a flagpost like that, like a blank white face in school reunion, it stood there in a corner, waiting for someone to come along and sit next to it.
no no that doesnt't end there..
yesterday is a bar around the corner, we visit. once in a while.
WHY RE TINKU ? WHY ?
posted by vigbert at 11:31 PM
3 Comments:
this was a very emotional and snetimental post written in words dripping of writhing nostalgia.. only to be ridiculed by some tinku character.. i HURTED!
deeply so!
undeniably HURTED!
NO!
i HURTED!
i going now. i have cakes to bake.
despite all ur e-motions and sneti-mentality, u can never run away frm the tinku.
tinku is infact feeling bad that you haven't acknowledged him for the fact that he was sensitive enough , not to expostulate with you about WHAT ELSE could have been done at a lonely flag post beside the bushes ( say ) , especially in thaat cold weather with 'pressure'every where
the tinku shall end.
howling wolves and lightening skies.. wind blowing along empty roads.. old newspapers flying across pan-dukaan doors.. bums on streets pulling the blankets over their face in fear.. street lights blowing up.. and sparks flying randomly out..
and then..
the tinku shall die. like a dog under the flagpost.
(blank screen)
the end.
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