Saturday, 24 January 2015


Where is that madman?
That madman in me.
Insane, illogical,
Reckless and free.
The bustle of the city,
Thousands of faces
Where do I find him
Where would he be?

Those maddening ideas,
Those vibrant dreams.
That quill with wings,
With letters on spree.

My insides feel empty
My soul is hollow.
Where are those colours?
Oh ! I can't see.

I know I made a mistake
A turn, I shouldn't have made.
The turn where I lost my madman
Yes! That madman was me.

...Insane, illogical,
Reckless and free...
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