The Cure for Sour Times
Whenever life sails through bad waters, saluting the Beloved will help to calm the storm threatening our existence— asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon
Jaihoon Poems
The Price of My Heart-Vessel
A heart yearns to be redeemed by the sacred love of Medina in this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon
Confessions of a Compulsive Lover
In the pursuit of passion’s flame, this radical lover dreads divine judgment for his all-consuming adoration— poeticizes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Lost in the Devil’s Strings
Amidst the chaos and confusion, the poet grapples with his own inner demons in search of a sense of reality and sanity— by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
To The Disruptors without Alternatives
Disruptors who violently upset the status quo must come with better alternatives for their talks and actions to make any sense.
Were it not for Meem
Be it the saga of Miraj or the assembly at mahshar, the Beloved Meem is always the keynote in the song of creation
The Midnight Meet
The lover’s unusual visit on a cold night, forgoing sleep and rest, leaves the beloved in doubt about his intentions.
Not for Long Can She Un-love
Just as the Rose can’t ignore the Nightingale forever, the Beloved too can’t un-love her lover for long, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Deceptive Storm and Calm
The hallow and shallow modern times has turned the storm and calm equally deceptive.
The Eid of my Existence
The day the lover gets to meet his Beloved Meem shall be the eid of his life-career and he shall need supernal eyes to witness the beauty