As I See Him..

Everyday he sits outside his building around the area, in almost the same type of dressing. He wears T-shirts and shorts. The color of each changes every day ...but not of his mood....

Though he stays still to everyone, yet , to me it seems he is moving..! Moving over thousands of ocean of meaningless thoughts ...like a hover-craft from many centuries ahead....

Ho do I know...?
His body language says it all....! It tells clearly that he is not at rest....

It becomes so obvious that he is not there where he seems to be...or he is not surrounded by the visible atmosphere around him...It defines he is surround by an invisible, alien community inside his head.....as he starts mumbling slowly and  louder...and louder....so that the whole neighborhood comes under the spell of his roar...

Not a single word can I catch...or understand.He speaks in really weird language. All I can follow is a rhythm of...

dum dum dum, dum dum, dum
dum dum dum, dum dum, dum

The last notes pitch very high...higher than the high-rise building he lives in...which stands in the middle as a giant cupboard. Suddenly many drawers of the cupboard slide out and people come out in their balconies to catch the glimps of the disturbing source . They watch him from their balconies and I see him from the window of my mind....

In evenings, he watches little kids playing in the compound, sitting quietly on balding patches of grass, with a drink bottle or a can. he opens his legs wide to support his protruding belly , an obvious mark of over-eating and laziness. he is completely bald and clean-shaven..of all the realities of bitter life...

His skin reflects an attractive tone of brown, and he has a mixed texture of white and black of all types...in the rays of setting sun.Sometimes a similar blend is reflected in his thoughtful eyes..Overall , he looks quite handsome and totally harmless....even the kids don't fear him, nor do the  community policemen arrest him who ..come to take a duty-stroll there...

There's no penalty for becoming what you really are...it seems less scary...somehow..except it starts gathering people attention...

So ...when he repeats the usual rhythm of dum dum dum....dum dum...dum....he becomes so carried away..that he starts claping....clap...clap...clap....like an applaud that cost thousands of  points...

Then he just packs-up..and returns his home, before the sunset..ti rise agin next morning..

He seems just normal besides what I've described above. So people think he must be have a psycological problem, as he seems to be very restless and un-happy..

To me he is peaceful and very happy in his own world...as I see him....!



SW

Dedicated to a street person