And then my soul saw you and it kind of went "Oh there you are. I've been looking for you.”

The mad man.

The traffic is high
the night is dark
but the mad man
doesn’t care.

He runs madly
and carelessly
by the roadside;
his feet bare.

A bottle in his hand
and tears in his eyes
he drinks as he runs,
amidst anyone’s stare.

He is mad, so he is free
and no one questions
his authority.

He can kill- if he likes
he may not, if he mustn’t
No chains bind him at all;
of reason nor responsibility.

Tears block his vision,
so for a moment he stumbles
but this doesn’t make him stop
or go against his decision.

The mad man keeps running
and the world begins to fade
the traffic soon dissolves
in a hazy, unknown shade.

No one knows where he ended
what his quest was, what he wanted
but they say in a planet of madness
only he had life comprehended.

- Maria Imran.

Related post: (In)sanity.

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19 responses

  1. You described the thoughts of a mad man perfectly, the mind can only handle so much after all..

    June 29, 2014 at 12:57 am

    • Hey Andy!
      Good to see you. Thank you for your comment! I am so glad you liked it. :)

      June 29, 2014 at 4:08 pm

      • I enjoyed it very much! thank you for sharing your thoughts :)

        June 29, 2014 at 5:34 pm

  2. M.

    Reblogged this on Bugs In Neurons and commented:
    “No one knows where he ended
    what his quest was, what he wanted
    but they say in a planet of madness
    only he had life comprehended.”
    This is beautiful!

    June 29, 2014 at 7:43 am

  3. Very powerful.

    June 30, 2014 at 2:25 pm

  4. Nice change in your lovely blog’s outlook. Thank you for sharing this post.

    Happy Monday and Cheers!! :D

    June 30, 2014 at 4:48 pm

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    June 30, 2014 at 9:50 pm

    • Hey, Tina!
      Thank you so much! <3 You made my day! :)
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      June 30, 2014 at 10:38 pm

      • Thank you, for your wonderful blog! :-)

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        July 1, 2014 at 1:23 am

  6. Powerful.

    July 2, 2014 at 11:08 pm

  7. Well, as far as I assume, that mad man had known the reality of this world and he was running from it…. How he ended, we would never know ! Nice poetry.

    July 11, 2014 at 10:46 pm

    • The actual essence of one’s existence is a heavy truth. So much so that a normal person cannot maintain his sanity if he gets A Glimpse of It. He cannot contain it; but if he does, he can actually pick and toss the world at his fingertips.
      Either the mad man was running from it like you think, or he was beginning to apply It. His life was going to change either way, and that too, greatly.
      “How he ended, we would never know!”
      Thank you so much, Lala. I like talking senseless.;)

      July 11, 2014 at 11:24 pm

  8. “we come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.” to be conscious, to relate to the ‘madness’ , to be able to so beautifully express it.. divine.

    July 12, 2014 at 2:00 am

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