That which matters the most …

What really matters is the calm not the storm,
What really matters is not to be mourned.
What really matters is seen in the eyes,
And seldom is a secret, told in disguise.

What matters as a secret, is not that; told in trust,
But is a naked truth, that find out one must.
What matters as a secret, is what its keeper deals in lies,
The little truth that the trusting, may never surmise.

What matter not are those few minutes of fame,
When those long lost, remember you again.
What matters is that once those minutes are over,
The feeling that there were hearts that were sober.

What really matters is never forgotten,
Gone it may be but the distance lies shortened
What matters not is that which is lost
Good though it was, but dearly it cost.

What matters as virtue is friendship, and it should,
Not a grey mask, neither evil nor good.
What really matters is the journey not the end,
For on our few choices our lives do depend.

Shashank Rao