Meenas PoemsI 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.
A time comes that there be nothing to write
with the mind becoming vague in sight
having gone across all the wide
talking about things that need no write .
This vagueness sits so intact on the mind
allowing it not to go and find
compelling it to languish by the side
blinking like an imbecile with an abide.
That being the case with me on and off
I go out of the track with a laugh
stay out for a time in a place away
then return with nothing to say.
The say has become my guess
I talk what come in my mind fresh
never deliberating what I should say
that has been my way through the long day.
Now , faced with such state of mind suddenly
I having fulfilled all my promises hopefully
long to fly taking my wings to a place
where I want to live as an unknown face.
It is a fastidious vacuum.
It keeps one out of form.
It makes one dull in norm.
It creates a violent storm.
Inflicting a terrible harm.
Causing a desolate charm.
Meenas Poems 