Quench for Purpose

Solomon pilgrimed to Babylon in search of purpose-
Standing audience to false prophets, he read parables,
– Yet between the lines he still didn’t know a truth for certain.
His companions felt now a mare’s nest compared to the wisdom of veterans-
So he changed his company to spend Sundays with the reborn who prosper in reverence.

Besotted, he changed his routine to reflect the teachings of his new prophet-
For a leap year he remained devout to reflect his revived way of innocence….
Until Solomon reassessed to realize he was a tax payer who gave the Lord’s home a profit-
Manifested his needs by following gospels which promised heaven- if you were to make a deposit.

Now a man of his own- he spent his nights in ponder.
Now a feather in a storm he yearned to be closer to the ground-
So he returned to his hunger state of searching for a new order.
Again he would find new cults, new scripts and new trends to abide to,
Only to be disheartened when the young man would find no breakthrough.

59 years behind him he would subscribe to a more quenching channel-
No more questions need answering in the company of his best mates-
One a preacher and one a cure-Sir Jack and Daniels.

©Sabrina Najib

**🎼 A LETTER FOR THE MAESTRO: 1949, (PART A) **🎼🎼

Alas my love you have arrived!!!!
Besieged to thee I have surrendered to you- all.
Cast on to me more – I am addicted to your spells…….
Drunk on lust- you were brewed to thirst me.
Ecstasy fuels my pupils at the sight of you,
Floods my blood to a feverish crimson…
Gathering my former self from the thorns I once swallowed-
How sweet……. How sweet it is, to stay wanting you.
I often fear I might grow green and make a mess of this……
Jaywalk on my own heartstrings- I might crash into you,
killing us both- to become remains of what was a-
Love story crafted for black and white cinema.
Maestro!!! Take the lead, conduct me your orchestra
never to stall a symphony which becalms my soul to sleep.
O what a new world this is- where to live is to dream.
Prone to fall head first for the likes of you….
Re-born and re-lived….
Somehow you made my heart deathless,
though you bring a wind that leaves me breathless.
Under and over heavens and earth,
Vie, c’est la vie- though not so to sigh.
Wars have never been so distant ever since……
X has marked his spot,
you are mine and I am for him.