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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You described the thoughts of a mad man perfectly, the mind can only handle so much after all..
Hey Andy!
Good to see you. Thank you for your comment! I am so glad you liked it. 🙂
I enjoyed it very much! thank you for sharing your thoughts 🙂
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“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!
Thank you so much! 🙂
Very powerful.
Thanks a million! So good to see you. 🙂
Nice change in your lovely blog’s outlook. Thank you for sharing this post.
Happy Monday and Cheers!! 😀
Aw thanks! ❤ Have a great week ahead!
You’re welcome, my friend!
Cheers!! 😀
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Maria.
Thank you, for your wonderful blog! 🙂
Keep on blogging! 😀
Tina. 🙂
Powerful.
Thank you for your comment.
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.
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. Your comments mean much.
“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.
I love that! Thank you so very much for commenting. 🙂
The page 2-awesome. Getting to see your mad love for words take divine forms with time.
Ah, thank you so much! Thankfully, you are the only one who turned the page. And thankfully, it was YOU who turned the page. ❤
Maria! You are the turn, the turning point in making myself realise that my words make sense to the world other than me. How can I leave any page unturned in reading and realising the worth of your words.
I hadn’t been able to read your blog lately, a storm had invaded my life. And im not the one who visits to increase the readership and madly hit “like” and disappear without understanding.
Read you today after a month and burnt my sabzi in the kitchen.:P
And still feeling so light, exhilarated!
God bless!!
Hahaha no! You burnt your sabzi? I am so sorry to know that!
Thank you. I know you aren’t one of those who come and like just like that. Whenever you have read me, I have felt being read.
Your words mean a lot. So does this connection. I am sorry about that difficult phase your life has gone through… It will all pass, zendagi migzara!
You are one strong fighter. ❤
Stay same, and stay together. Thank you again for your kind words, I am deeply touched!
Thank you Maria. 🙂
Touchwood this connection lasts!
Love you my dear! Stay blessed.
Powerfully written!
Thank you kindly! (:
“and no one questions
his authority”..
So beautifully descriptive.
This just reminded me of the poem you wrote in response to Fazz Kazi’s “Karachi Time-Lapse”.
Ah, thank you so much! Fazz Kazi, time-lapse, July 2013. 🙂
Eid Mubarak.
Our fellowship arrives its first anniversary, Random. That calls for a celebration 🙂
Sure does! And how should we commemorate this little nice event of ours?
“Little nice event”. Liked that. You tell?