In Meditation Poem by Vaibhav Simha

In a room enclosed, all paneled walls—dark and dim,
I sat vegetative: all lost to world, grave and grim.
Deep inside my own self, my pneuma did pray to Earth
For all it had, it felt the ground to be its only berth.

Darkling air had all done—only gloom hovered in air,
But for all I knew, a sparkle showed me heavenly care.
A light so tender, yet so sharp, penetrated through
The crevice o' wall, and thus the glittering grew.

In vacant thought, the darkled mind had all things besmeared;
Since, if left feral, they all turn into things to be feared!
Emptiness was my badge: my conscience knew it all,
But that meant it knew that these things did maul.

Lingered for long the cinders of hope, leaving me respite—
And evinced to me the profundity of those I held in despite.
In cerebration and meditation, this light to me accorded
The harmony of the skies, a deific legacy left unrecorded.

And hence I knew, the joys of interim solitude.
The lave of love had in me grown to a multitude!
This blackness accentuates light—so does bad good.
And so I saw, in hours of neutrality in which I brood.