The Love of Mustafa is the fragrance for the soul while the heart finds joy tied to the knot of his desire, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
As my heart soars in joy,
And from pain, I silently cry.
When I taste the sweetest candy,
Or when I starve with stomach hungry.
When I listen to the melodious notes,
And I hear the saddest of all news.
When I achieve success,
Or I fail in my dreams.
I think of you more and more,
You become dear all the more.
Your love alone is true,
Of the rest have I no clue.
Since a child have I loved you,
Till date I still endear you.
Your love does not part,
It remains as from the start.
All bid me the cruel bye,
Even as I held them close-by.
Your love alone is destined,
Nothing else has survived.
Your love alone grows,
No other crop comes close.
You are the mirror to see my face,
Spoilt by the marks of the tech-race.
You are the dictionary to learn,
To look up what my life means.
You are the syntax and synonym of love,
Nay, the meaning and metaphor of love.
O Beloved!
In the times past and present,
Even in the future your glory to ascend.
Your love, the Perfume for my soul,
Your thoughts, the kohl for my eyes.
I become the talk of heaven and earth,
When I seat you in the throne of my heart.
Yea! Like Solomon, I fly in the skies,
Like Moses, I walk through the seas.
The thread of my heart,
Tied to your love-knot.
On your love, I rely till death,
From your love, I seek after death.
May 21 2010. Edit January 2024