Discontent with the materialistic world, Mujeeb Jaihoon seeks a guide to lead his poetic caravan towards a more meaningful existence.
I am fed up
With the present;
Bless me with a brush,
To paint a new world.
In the march of the caravan,
Grant me a Him-Loving Singer!
To keep the journey
In the same burning spirit.
The same song,
Which draws me close,
To the kingdom of the heart,
Away from the world of matter.
June 6 2003. Edit Sep 2024
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.