A conversation with an old man hippie! Strange and weird linings of my conversation with him.
The time when I met him…
A rather fragile being in his 70s with a rare sense of philosophy. Grounded to the existence makes you believe that there is a parallel world.
I had a few questions to ask him-
Reality buster is what I named the old man(hippe)
So what and who are you? ( oops what did I ask )
His reply, “A mass with spatial and temporal”. Amazed as I was with a quick response.
He- Hahahahah….. A timed atom!
You mean —–
He- I mean, a person on earth who is timed and will begin a different genesis as soon as he finishes his life.
That’s a catch… Interesting
So you believe in knots? ( I meant relations )
He – Emotional or practical?
He – I am a tribe….. I believe to have someone when needed.
So you don’t acknowledge marriage?
He- You want a straight answer?
Yes! Of course
He – No
Could you elaborate –
He- I got married when I needed it and not when I wanted it to happen. I placed my senses above. So left when needed.
Did you leave all worldly pleasure?
He- Absolutely not. I may seem like a normal traveller of mind but it’s not me. My psyche is travelling in my body with rather vicious thoughts.
I don’t want to ask you questions anymore but want to listen to your life sounds.
He- Do you want to listen to my life’s sound? My life takes the form of a poem written with the silence of the ocean.
Poetry! (Something which is close to my soul)
He- So here it goes
He who knew everything
Like “Jack of all trades”-
Master of none
That photo still have a mystery eyes
Those hazel coloured eyes
I saw him in the mirror
Those striking red shoes,
Long-beard like salt and pepper,
Reflecting brown hairs,
White linen shirt,
Green artist pants with paint drop,
Elongated fingers, the nerves were painted,
Earrings dangling with obvious silver colour
In that vintage house
He is a painter, violinist, visionary and more
He is at young seventies and untied with knots
Who feared nothing
Such a manly appearance, roaring speech
He is a love poem
A soothing voice like kalimba tunes,
Warm hands, rhythmic heartbeats,
The oceanic smell, those two fleshy folds
That surrounds the mouth
Always tasted like vanilla
His energy cannot be matched
His aura is divine
No modern margins suit him
He is a classic sinister
Growing antique with
Modest thinking like wine
Chasing usefulness to be a companion
But lacks emotional warmth
That’s not my fault
Tired of questions from society
Just be little sensitive
My trials fail to be function normal
But this torrid feeling never leaves me
Senescence is for my body not for my soul
That intense look in his eyes
Showed me the world or rather the universe
“He belonged to the parallel universe”.
And then he leaves…..
I saw him fade away not abruptly but leaving a message for me.
Learn life, not by instructing but by understanding
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