His Abode, My Source Code
Mujeeb Jaihoon admits that he’s a lifeless rock until the Divine rain creeps in and then the spring of poetry flows for others to quench.
Divine Discourse
Heed to My Rant and Want
In a desperate cry to the Lord, invoking the name of the Beloved who taught humanity the art of calling upon the Creator.
Nowhere but Him
The weak and oppressed will naturally run to the Mighty King upon whom they can rely to redress their grief— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Shy Not to Ask the Giving King
On a Night when the benefactor is ready to shower boundless mercy, how can we stay silent and refrain from seeking it?— wonders Jaihoon
re:CALL
Honoring the plea from sincere critics to occasionally forsake the logical cave and return to the spiritual delight.
How can you buy Light in the Market of Darkness?
Searching for God in the indulgent world is as foolish as looking for a Rose in middle of the desert, suggests the Delhi Sage – by Jaihoon
The Demerited Devotee
A humble servant with no merit or choice surrenders to the ocean of Divine Love.
My Heart’s Link
We need not care if we befit in the dark eyes of haters as long as with His Love our hearts are lit— stirs Mujeeb Jaihoon
A Tale of Tears and Trials
The joy in life can be realized only when one undergoes the agonies of pain and tears – reveals Mujeeb Jaihoon
In Cry is a Joy
Gentleness is a superhuman quality which is unfound among the majority. Hence, its upholders deserve respect— asserts Jaihoon in this poem.