Mujeeb Jaihoon

Tag: 2022 Poems

Hence: the Beloved

Just as the moon beautifies the sky, the Beloved Meem completes the joy, beauty and meaning of this world— writes

The Demons of Divisive Algorithms

The dynamic human experience is beyond the grids of AI-generated algorithms: Jaihoon’s poetic response to the evil of predictive modelling.

Hail the Beloved

The love for Beloved Meem is the the beat of our hearts, the pleasure of our veins, the vision of

Milad Nabi: The Heyday of Womanhood

Women deserve special celebration on the Holy Prophet’s birthday whose last words were for women’s kind treatment— insists Mujeeb Jaihoon.

Were you not Lost?

Were humanity not lost until the Lord guided them through mission of His Beloved, asks Mujeeb Jaihoon in an eulogy

The Sinner’s Dance

Poison may aspire for honey and Jackals may cry like sheep, Nay even Abu Lahab’s heart once felt for the

The Crown of Madness

Mujeeb Jaihoon makes a final plea to bring him again to Medina so that he can set on fire those

Farewell Vows

The poet submits at Rawdha that though he is leaving Medina, his soul and its true joy reside in the

The Cave of Desire

Lovers yearn to sleep in the desire-cave of the Beloved, like the Youths and the Dog of al-Kahf, says Jami

Muted Melodies

Little do lovers talk in words; more so they do with tears, testifies a poetic seeker who witnessed the joyful

Beside the Hero

Bystanders cannot blame Medina’s lover who became proud and possessive as he stood closer to the air that danced around

How shall I Greet ?

Mujeeb Jaihoon is in two minds whether to approach the Beloved Meem robed as a royal or ragged as a

Love Annihilates Sanity

A seeker would naturally see the shell when he comes seeking the pearl. The same applies to pilgrim of love

The Souvenir

Mujeeb Jaihoon’s response to those who enquire about what gifts has the poet brought from the land of Meem.

I Too Packed My Bag

Just as the fish can’t last long away from the ocean, the lover too has to return to his true

Let us March

At these dark times when we have gathered at the funeral of our humanity, the only hope is in the

I Greet My Heartbeat

Despite aspiring for the Beloved Meem in the sweetest and dearest of metaphors, Mujeeb Jaihoon still feels they are inadequate.

Its Ok to be Human

In this glossy era deluded with superhuman success stories, some times it is worthwhile to remain just an innocent human

Purpose of Life

Creative souls keep hunting for the purpose of life only to realize their ‘gazelle’ shall never come to hand- writes