Conundrum

CONUNDRUM When I am that What I am searching about As vigorously as one looks For one’s lover-pince It becomes doubly tedious To come across myself From all the crusts Lying within A tinge of smile hanging on lips Like relaxing dew drops On gentle rose petals, Sweetness dissolved in honey As salinity remains in sea, Serenity of lush green forest, Calming allay under the soothing shadow Like tranquility of restful Crest of moon in lagoon, Pinching of prickly thorns As self gives a miss Like one finds one’s embrace Empty on coming out of trance I must be seemingly Talking of dreams But these are ingredients What do compose love, and That is what I am If I could very honestly Search me out!