Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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.

32 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. πŸ™‚

      June 29, 2014 at 4:08 pm

      • I enjoyed it very much! thank you for sharing your thoughts πŸ™‚

        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!! πŸ˜€

    June 30, 2014 at 4:48 pm

    • Aw thanks! ❀ Have a great week ahead!

      June 30, 2014 at 7:02 pm

      • You’re welcome, my friend!

        Cheers!! πŸ˜€

        July 3, 2014 at 7:40 pm

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    June 30, 2014 at 9:50 pm

    • Hey, Tina!
      Thank you so much! ❀ You made my day! πŸ™‚
      Stay awesome,

      June 30, 2014 at 10:38 pm

      • Thank you, for your wonderful blog! πŸ™‚

        Keep on blogging! πŸ˜€

        Tina. πŸ™‚

        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. Your comments mean much.

      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

    • I love that! Thank you so very much for commenting. πŸ™‚

      July 13, 2014 at 9:44 pm

  9. The page 2-awesome. Getting to see your mad love for words take divine forms with time.

    July 24, 2014 at 9:14 pm

    • Ah, thank you so much! Thankfully, you are the only one who turned the page. And thankfully, it was YOU who turned the page. ❀

      July 24, 2014 at 9:36 pm

      • 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!!

        July 24, 2014 at 9:48 pm

        • 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!

          July 24, 2014 at 11:54 pm

          • Thank you Maria. πŸ™‚
            Touchwood this connection lasts!
            Love you my dear! Stay blessed.

            July 25, 2014 at 8:51 am

  10. Zara

    Powerfully written!

    July 27, 2014 at 7:10 am

  11. “and no one questions
    his authority”..
    So beautifully descriptive.

    July 29, 2014 at 12:05 pm

    • This just reminded me of the poem you wrote in response to Fazz Kazi’s “Karachi Time-Lapse”.

      July 29, 2014 at 12:06 pm

      • Ah, thank you so much! Fazz Kazi, time-lapse, July 2013. πŸ™‚
        Eid Mubarak.

        July 29, 2014 at 1:31 pm

        • Our fellowship arrives its first anniversary, Random. That calls for a celebration πŸ™‚

          July 29, 2014 at 9:33 pm

          • Sure does! And how should we commemorate this little nice event of ours?

            July 30, 2014 at 3:28 am

  12. “Little nice event”. Liked that. You tell?

    August 15, 2014 at 10:09 pm

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