Treasure Hunt

It is almost the end of a long long weekend in France on the occasion marking the end of World War (I) and I am already feeling perturbed, not because the war was over, but, to get back to the moribund practise.

I always need a reason to stay at home, which I enjoy to the hilt!
Actually, at home, I do nothing, and ... this NOTHING is a thing very difficult to manage.

I had penned down a few lines, during these tedious sessions, while trying to manage the "nothings" in my life.

I call this the Treasure Hunt.
I have given a clue, at the end of each paragraph, as to what they would mean to me if I were to superimpose emotions upon them...


# I search for stars in a cloudy night
I look for rains when sunny bright
(whimsical)

# I search for green on barren land
I look for well when filled with sand
(hope)

# I search for diamonds in a closed mine
I look for colours in jasmine
(crave)

# I search for money on the street
I look for comfort in defeat
(comfort/greed)

# I search for melody in drummer
I look for winter in summer
(uncertain)

# I search for taste in toothpaste
I look for refuge in the Chaste
(adventurous)

# I search for knowledge in search engine
I look for problems with my gene
(insatiable)

# I search for hairs on my comb
I look for peace in a silent tomb
(console)

# I search for a house to make it home
I look for faults to call it homme
(humane)


You can find a rhythm of "Search and Look" interlaced in the above stanzas in which I have tried to depict the extremities of life.

I tried to tread a thin path of sample evidence of the beast moulded in the beauty of the little happiness we garner from our day-to-day existence.

But, in the end it is a new beginning for we do not know the road to perfection. And, Perfection is the Quest for which we should embark on our Treasure Hunt in every little thing we do in our life.