Lost in his own thoughts,
Lost in his world,
With a smile on his face,
Not for outside world,
But for the world that resides
Inside him..

World of thoughts,
Of questions n few answers,
Of mysteries untold,
World where there is plenty of time,
Onlything which is disappearing
Is illusion ..
in time..

So much of restlessness
Yet sudden calmness
in his mind..
Cliking his fingers,
and then cuming back
to his front line..

Front line..
His front side
His body
Which is of so much importance
To this world..
Just like everything
Else on his front side..
The way he talks,
The way he walks,
The way he is lost,
In his wonderful world,
Where nobody talks,
Where nobody walks,
Except his ideas,
and his imagination
and his time!

In this.. wonderful world,
where..
He can think n think,
Can enjoy the mental aroma
Of beautiful ideas
flowing by..
In waves everywhere
Here n there..
In air..
everywhere hez there
In leaves and all physical
forces around him,
In one single line all waiting
For him to understand them...
In old hidden rocks,
Where noone stands,
In invisible clocks,
where no sun
has sprang
In atoms,
In molecules,
In x's n y's
In equations in words,
In every form of
a cry,
In every imagination,
In every circumfrence
of this huge circle
which can be diagonalised,
bisected or molded in 1000th mini second.
and every single small-bean
waits for him to cum around
to luk at them
the way they where..
the way they have always been..

And hummin some tune,
Solving some problem,
Deriving some theorem
in this - all his
wonderful world..

He opens the door.