Whispers of unmet desires and despair dance in these mystic verses by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Did I ask for a dream,
In your eyes, didn’t gleam?
Did I hope for a flower,
You un-destined to bloom?
I am not sad, though,
For what you didn’t bestow.
Rather, I am disheartened,
I desired what you disliked.
Ya Wahhab! Ya Razzaq! Ya Fattah!
Let me not even crave, forget have;
The gift you never wished to give
Nov 29 2023 | Jamada Al-Awwal 14, 1445
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
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.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.