A Good Life

My life was directionless, Like a boat drifting aimlessly, Across the vast sea of time, In search of the elusive shore, That I long left behind. I called out, as loudly as I could, Hoping beyond hope, For You to dispel the darkness, And carry me in Your arms, To where I desire to be. Soon I realised, it wasn’t the way, So quietly I closed my eyes, And searched for You inside, A brilliant flash lit up my consciousness, In that moment, I found my bearing. I felt Your hand on my shoulder, As I toiled with faith in my heart, Favourable winds found me too, Carrying me to the shore of peace, Where I always longed to be.

                            The maestro was playing his flute in the front yard of his house. His attendant walked in with a cup of tea but stopped a few paces away. Mesmerised by the sweet melody, he paused to soak in the bliss before offering tea to the maestro. A few minutes later, when the maestro stopped, his attendant offered tea. “Thank you,” said the maestro. “How was it?” “What, sir?” The surprised attendant asked. “You assume I did not notice you standing there,” the maestro smiled. “I’m sorry, sir. This is one of your most melodious pieces. I couldn’t help myself.” “Thank you, you don’t need to be sorry.” The attendant took his leave. The maestro put down his flute and picked up the cup of tea. While he relished the aromatic Darjeeling tea, his eyes were glued to the flute. “You are such a melodious instrument, producing such sweet notes! A listener cannot help but be drawn towards you.” “Thank yo...