Maverick!

The Maverick flew down
The steps - 4 at a time.
Life must keep up,
With the pace in his heart -
Than be slow, a start!
His bright eyes,
Gazed at the horizon beyond-
Yet absorbing,
All that the surrounds had to offer-
In a matter of seconds.
Information processing,
Was like second skin -
Expert eyes in 2 pairs,
Could spot the ugly,
In the pseudo-
And yet give no hint,
Of the truth within.
People came in psychedelic colors,
In his walk of life -
As he sprinted past them most -
Head, heart and shoulders above all.
Dark eyes,
Shimmered with the wry and the un-writ,
Rings of mirth,
Covered his aura.
As his lips curved up,
To greet the next stranger -
Inwardly, he laughed at all,
Sizing them up,
Whilst putting them in their rightful places -
In his head.
He was a Maverick-
Who functioned in extremes,
Polarized were the emotions bestowed -
A see-saw of extreme love or hatred,
Nothing in grey -
Nothing suspended in between.
And that's how he liked it -
To keep it clean, clear,
Simple and True.
The Maverick had God on his side -
The light of 'Kaivalya'
Shone bright -
As he pushed the door,
To announce his presence -
To yet another group
In yet another day,
Of his eternal life.