Beyond

He lived in the beyond . People called him an escapist at first. A mild term , probably indicating a temporary set back. An affliction that could be probably cured.Like common cold, or an attack of flu. First people would humour him, walk along with him, chat , laugh at his sincerely bared imperfections of thoughts.
Slowly, as the aberrations continued, and cemented themselves, people started avoiding him. Innocuous arguments turned violent. He was isolated.Now, all he had was his own cockeyed view of things and his books. He was seen talking to himself, muttering and gesturing wildly , walking in short outbursts of energy and languishing into meanders ,sticking his tongue out to a nodding chameleon on a rock , while vehicles honked at his back in exasperation.
Drivers would pass him by with cross looks , neighbours would shake  their head, and concur with their limited wisdom, that he should be locked up inside the house to avoid being crushed under speeding buses. 

Unseen and unheard by the world , he carried on his cryptic conversations with trees, sparrows , flowers , chameleons and frogs . He hugged the trees , wishing them well, and caressed the leaves , thanking them for their shade , he screeched after a soaring crow, starting a cawing response.He told the frogs  how he enjoyed their cacophony last rainy night . Some times , he had serious disagreements with the chameleon , who sat like a sage nodding his approval at all the chaotic goings on of the universe.