I sit with no thoughts
this happens by all sorts
a vacuum in the mind
nothing in a kind 
I search all the way
nothing strikes me today
I see around me
nothing to hold me in glee
I espy with an emptiness
unable to detect any sense
I sit there for long
away from the throng
with eyes wide open
focused, not on any token
that way I go into myself
hop and jump like an elf
not in the real front
but in my mental affront.
Meenas Poems 