Creative souls keep hunting for the purpose of life only to realize their ‘gazelle’ shall never come to hand- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Day and night I sought her
Entire life I wandered for her
But seen and unseen she ran afar
Like the scared gazelle of a hunter
Just when I thought I grabbed her
She disappeared to nowhere
With a look of a stranger
As if I never knew her.
Jan 05 2022
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.
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Profoundly beautiful