Are you married

Two is company

Opposites stick fast

But not for long

They find each other wrong

Far from perfect, full of faults

No more at their best

Rather the worst they can get

They are not what they were

What they tried to be, not at all

It all boils down to, my friend

Shut up and get lost

Single one was and felt lost

Now the two, tear each other apart

This is the truth, yet blind we are

Love and company is all

We yearn and in its grip are caught

One is not one, what one was

What one could be, remains in the thoughts

Friends are friends, all else is naught

Be what you like, it is fun much sought

If you are married , it matters a lot

And if single, laughter such that it ceases not!

Questions

If a child raises questions

It is good, he thinks

But if one answers him not

A lot he would miss

Question one must

Before he accepts and trusts

One who follows blindly

He learns not slightly

What one doesn't understand

To him it makes no sense

One who questions till the end

Him no one shall misunderstand

Questions are many but all don't need an answer

Some questions are such, one has to find answers

Wise are those who ask and articulate the answers

For if everyone asks only, there would be no one to answer

One who replies truthfully

Viewing the question from all angles

He may be called a crazy fool

But only such fools uphold the truth

Those who lead face many questions

But answer to each is in their actions

Questions make them what they are

Adrift they would be if there were no questions

A question may have more than one answer

But there is one Question beyond human comprehension

The essence of being and universal existence

The ultimate finality that remains unanswered!

Fear the simple

Straight are not the ways of the world

And what all games people play

Simple abhor the manipulations

And keep themselves away

It is now no more the same way

They have entered the fray to change the old ways

Fear the simple, Oh! you crooked

Who have misled the simple, time and again

Simple may be naive, and get stuck in the whorls

That their own brethren cleverly create

But He brings them out, Who guides their way

Baton shall pass into their hands, who shall lead the way

Simplicity is good per se, but it does not carry one far on the way

Simple have to learn the tricks and ways of the world. not to indulge

But to stop worldliness from making any headway

Worldly wisdom can't do, what wisdom of the simple does straightaway

Power when it comes in the hands of the simple

They have to doubly watch their ways

To never let it corrupt their thinking and actions

As simple they are good, and let them so remain!  

Misunderstanding

Relations are so weak and fragile

It takes years to build them up

Watering, pruning and constant care

But it takes a moment to goof them up

However much one takes care

Not to hurt or annoy others

Misunderstandings develop all of a sudden

To their dismay who care for each other

Watch your words and how you conduct

Communicate so that doubts are cleared up

Even then one is understood in different ways

As are various minds and their different states

Emotions make or mar the show

Without emotions life is a joke

Indifference and listlessness suffocate and choke

Let emotions flow freely, why poke one's nose

Understanding is by far limited and conditional

Interpreting sameness in quite different ways

Universal understanding one should aim at

Viewing things differently, yet interpreting the same way

Unintended misunderstanding hurts a lot

How one interprets it was thought not

What we see and think, that we say

But that we don't perceive, it makes a difference

Interpretation or misinterpretation of things matters a lot

But what matters more is that eyes and minds we close not

Life is made rich and spicy, by good works that we do

And with some controversy and misunderstanding to which we all contribute!

Loneliness

One is lonely, life a prison

Ask a king, or who is not someone

Loneliness strikes when nothing appears right

One makes efforts, yet is left high and dry

Life as we live is a rat race

Most lose while a few win the game

If winner feels lonely, he mostly is to blame  

Because he gloats in his win and flaunts his fame

Conquer peaks as many as you may

But show not the conquests on your face

People flock to one who is approachable and looks the same

One who moves with them freely , and is yet great

Loneliness is only in the mind

As one feels cut off or deprived

Free mind knows no loneliness

It builds not walls, but unifies

Man is essentially social ,not a loner in the least

This keeps him in senses, and he becomes not a beast

But if loneliness comes somehow and whatever be its cause

Get up and sprint away before in its grip you are caught!

Taming of the tongue

One who bridles his tongue

Half the war of life he has won

Rest is flexing of arms and legs

And how well he uses his head

However much gifted one may be

And luck and time  on his side be

If he offends with his speech, he stands to lose

However good his intention may be

Hold your tongue , it is better to be mum

When speech is not right, smaller you become

Think, prepare and articulate well before you speak

Words well said, even a few, a lot they mean

A few good words are soothing much

Like cool breeze with its gentle  whisper

 As pearls much precious adorn a crown

Good words, well thought of, do a man proud

Tongue that is well tamed

One's stature it highly elates

With humility and confidence

A million hearts it elevates!

Sleep

Work as much as you may

Many laurels may make your days

But  if that snatches your sleep away

You need to think to change your ways

Money and wealth one may accumulate

Peace of mind is bartered away

One wishes to have some sleep

Which comes not near any way

One may like to do whatever and all

But much of that needn't be done at all

Do what you want but as much, that's all

That you have time to rest and introspect, after all

They sleep well who have nothing to lose

And who distribute all what they can otherwise lose

Pills and potions for sleeplessness adorn one's bedside

Who yearn for some sleep, while tossing  from side to side

Sleep is a wonderful gift

After a day's arduous grit

Let it be soft and sweet

So that you wake up rested and fit

Why do something

That robs your sleep

And if it is done by mistake

Never repeat, and soon get past it

Prepare well to have a good sleep

It is no mean task, as some may think

Gold and silver may tempt one much

But they are nothing before a good night's sleep!