With Every Tear He is Familiar

Allah is well aware of the warmth of every tear that flows down the cheeks of His hopeful servant-…

Ya Badee’al Ajaaib: A Poem of Mayhem

Weep not for this poet nor for his blood-like plight- Jaihoon's chaotic poem on spiritual mayhem…

Love Lingers at Your Doorstep

We wander in wilderness hunting for Love only to discover that Love is lingering at the doorstep of…

Medina: Beauty Blushed. Dream Sighed

Beauty, dream and fragrance get eclipsed when shines the Full Moon of Medina, eulogizes Mujeeb…

A Throne in Paradise, the Least I Could Ask

Paradise is the least a lover can demand in the name of the Beloved whom the Almighty endears the…

Journey Ahead. Destination Behind.

Seekers, who dispassionately leave the shrine of the Beloved, abandon their heartbeat behind.…

Dare of the Love-Drunk

Drunkards and drug addicts have no clue about the intoxicating state of Prophetic Love, writes…

Love-Lap Holier than Martyr-field

The Lap of Love is holier than the Martyr-field or the prayer-mat, or so claims Mujeeb Jaihoon

Becca of My Being

Our dark eyes & filthy hearts unqualify us to claim the Beloved's love. In spite, a poetic attempt…

The Night of Gold Hunt

Mujeeb Jaihoon hails the frenzied seekers in alphabetical fashion to boldly invoke the Divine…

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