Philosophising the Madness

Capturing this stubburn silence

Seperating those passing achievements

Language without words speak

Madness of study perhaps Foucault did

Breaking the confinement of mind

Reasons that concept of madness insane

Space in society that structures differently

Can it really experience true madness?

Perhaps it is an experience itself

That we can put into practice

History views this madness differently

Where death, folly,confinement and truth lie fully

Death was and is the crux

Where madness does not witness high

There has to be wisdom in making end show

Clouded by deathas the beast at the end

For humans the drama of man’s tussel

Is death as a secret that ia out already

But in madness lies real intelligence

since sanity reaps folly within

It is our own mistake to see

What the reason is in face of madness be.

Confinement is a friend of madness

Sometimes there is no reason to reason

The negetivity of it lies where like animals

We consider madness to have no freedom

Freedom in Renaissance is just a figment

For there are morals, duties and rights in imagination

So reason and its opposite go seperate ways

But fear is of value for it supports reasoning

From fall, madness has drooped to failure

The society shuns it full

Still capturing it to live in itself

Paves way to justify through art and Philosophy