His Undercover Agents
Masking their soul-shine behind ordinary forms, God’s lovers wait for the dust to settle to rejoice alone—writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The wise say: counting less, the wiser
The nice say: valuing time is nicer
Last night she asked,
In her sovereign tone,
“How many times
Have you remembered me since?”
Replied I,
“I’d rather admit
The times I forgot,
For they are far fewer
Than the times I remembered.
Forgetting you:
Forgetting my self;
Remembering you:
Reminding me of ‘I’.”
April 27 2026
Mujeeb Jaihoon explores themes of universal love,
deeply embedded in a disruptive spiritual worldview.
Masking their soul-shine behind ordinary forms, God’s lovers wait for the dust to settle to rejoice alone—writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
True faith demands sacrificing intellectual pride and forfeiting logic.
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.