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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32 thoughts on “The mad man.

  1. M. says:

    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!

    • randomlyabstract says:

      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.

  2. Aseff says:

    “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.

      • Pamela says:

        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!!

        • randomlyabstract says:

          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. <3
          Stay same, and stay together. Thank you again for your kind words, I am deeply touched!

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