--- title: Always some reason in madness date: 2010-02-23T12:22:23Z modified: 2010-02-23T12:22:23Z permalink: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/always-some-reason-in-madness/" type: post status: publish excerpt: "" wpid: 983 categories: - Love Poems featured_image: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/some_madness_in_love1.jpg" author: Praveen Kumar timestamp: 2010-02-23T12:22:23Z tags: - Love Poems --- today i sit and ponder![](http://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/some_madness_in_love1.jpg "some_madness_in_love") i’ve reached farther than i ever dreamed possible, a time when i thought life was over only to [start](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/start-where-you-stand.md) afresh at the stroke of dawn; bound by the [unknown](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/the-anxiety-of-the-unknown.md), i would break the shackles if i can just to go back to where it all began and rewrite the script with my own plan; trapped in a mire of reality words are all i have and words are all that i have to express my innermost desires; there are [days](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/better-days-are-coming.md) when i stand and watch hoping to see myself as someone else and i long for this mirrored perspective to become a reality, one day; reality is [nothing](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/without-you-nothing.md) but a formality, creeping into myself and strangling my senses Not withstanding my screams all I am left is tears in streams; sometimes there is a window of hope that all is not [lost](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/lost-love.md) after all when words are emptied and [passion](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/moonlight-passion.md) remains rare And you look back more than forward Comes this angel! like the children behind the piper, to an unseen high of a meditative state i start looking foward from nothng to say to no language to express there is always some [madness in love](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/you-call-it-madness-but-i-call-it-love.md) but there is also always some reason in madness;