A Shameless Seeker on the Sinful Sinai
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in Love.
The Supermost Hero
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.
Confessions of a Mean Lover
Prophetic lovers have no other choice but to sing his praises to cool their hearts set on fire.
Meem’s beauty
A lover’s audacious grievance to the Divine for withholding the vision of the Holy Prophet’s radiant face.
The Fiddling Juggler
We turn to verses to mask our suffering when silenced by the regressive System— poetizes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Separation Emits Flames Insane
On the turmoil of separation and the inadequacy of words to express love for the Beloved Prophet— by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Meem: The Celestial Crown of Compassion
Inspired by Salat al-Taj, Jaihoon’s poetic tribute unveils the luminous grace, boundless mercy, and divine grandeur of the Holy Prophet.
The Love-Tax for my Existence
The Holy Prophet’s praise is the essential tariff, crucial to our existence and purpose—asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon in this poetic tribute.
Angel Ridwan and My Eid-lantern
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s verses capture the joy of angelic celebration as they rejoiced in celestial stillness on the Night of Ascension.
From Zero to Zenith
The beginning and end of love lies at the feet of that same Beloved, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Your Seat in My Love-town
Lovers may be weak in faith and actions, but the desire of Beloved will liberate them from the snare of the False Messiah— asserts Jaihoon.
Winning Paradise on Earth
Jaihoon envisions a world transformed by the desire of the Holy Prophet, enumerating the benefits that would result from such a connection.
The Haven of Hope
In an age of demonic deceit, Love, beauty and truth have fled to take shelter in the city of the Beloved, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Bravery Failed, Deception Won
Amidst turmoil, a poet’s heartfelt plea to the Holy Prophet for solace and guidance in a world consumed by chaos.
Why Conceal Your Meem?
A fervent longing to see the Beloved echoing a universal voice to those yearning for a spiritual connection with Holy Prophet.
Hence, To Medina
Jaihoon’s poem seeking solace and spiritual renewal in the city sanctified by the Prophet’s (PBUH) presence.
My Unseen Beloved
A heart gallops, yearning, humming the song of an unseen Beloved
Paradise Confesses Its Eternal Desire
The Paradise lovers set their gaze on its wine, gardens and rivers. But Paradise is nurturing a different secret desire of its own to fulfill.
Your Love-Moments
Mujeeb Jaihoon unveils the essence of the sublime love and devotion for the Holy Prophet in this enchanting symphony of words
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
The Price of My Heart-Vessel
A heart yearns to be redeemed by the sacred love of Medina in this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon
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 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
Hence: the Beloved
Just as the moon beautifies the sky, the Beloved Meem completes the joy, beauty and meaning of this world— writes Jaihoon
To the Collyrium of this Cosmos
How can any resist the power of Meem’s love-arrest when every heart throngs to beat in his love— asks Mujeeb Jaihoon
Once again the Beloved Cast a Glance
The heart shivered and veins struggled when His Beloved cast a glance on the lover— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Sell Me Cheap in the Beloved’s Market
Throw me like Yusuf into the well or even sell me cheap in the market of the Beloved, pleaded a lover unable to contain the love of Meem.
Hail the Beloved
The love for Beloved Meem is the the beat of our hearts, the pleasure of our veins, the vision of our eyes and music to our ears.
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 of the Holy Prophet
Rocks too May Wither with Love
Poison may aspire for honey and Jackals may cry like sheep, Nay even Abu Lahab’sheart once felt for the Beloved— writes Jaihoon
The Crown of Meem-Madness
Mujeeb Jaihoon makes a final plea to bring him again to Medina so that he can set on fire those hearts that are love-poor.
I Leave My Heart Behind
The poet submits at Rawdha that though he is leaving Medina, his soul and its true joy reside in the heavenly hive of Meem
Lovers Sleep Deep in the Desire-cave
Lovers yearn to sleep in the desire-cave of the Beloved, like the Youths and the Dog of al-Kahf, says Jami in Jaihoon’s spiritual dream.
Ch. 1 Meem: The Book of Creation
The Holy Prophet is Chapter One in the Book of Creation and the Crown of the Saga of Revelation, in whose praise the oceans will run dry.
Words Fail to Relay Lover’s Plight
Little do lovers talk in words; more so they do with tears, testifies a poetic seeker who witnessed the joyful suffering of Meem’s admirers.
Beside the Hero of Worlds Twin
Bystanders cannot blame Medina’s lover who became proud and possessive as he stood closer to the air that danced around Meem, writes Jaihoon.
How shall I Greet Your Beloved Great?
Mujeeb Jaihoon is in two minds whether to approach the Beloved Meem robed as a royal or ragged as a beggar, in these verses written at Medina.
Love Annihilates Sanity
A seeker would naturally see the shell when he comes seeking the pearl. The same applies to pilgrim of love in the quest for love of Meem.
Gifts from the Meem-Sojourn
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 of Desires
Just as the fish can’t last long away from the ocean, the lover too has to return to his true home— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Let us March to Meem
At these dark times when we have gathered at the funeral of our humanity, the only hope is in the Beloved of God— claims Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Thus I Greet, my Heartbeat
Despite aspiring for the Beloved Meem in the sweetest and dearest of metaphors, Mujeeb Jaihoon still feels they are inadequate.
Mysteries of a Love-soaked Heart
Wine fell unconscious and the Cup shattered into pieces as the Rose smiled blushing when a Lover lingered at Medina- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Meem made me Human Again
As we fail in our Divine duties and are ashamed to raise hands in prayer, the love of Beloved inspires within us new humanity-writes Jaihoon
The Feast of Truth
Al Amin, the Trustworthy, has promised us a feast at al-Kawthar. The Afterlife, hence, is inevitable for the very same reason- writes Jaihoon
Intoxicating are those Meem-seen Eyes
Even the sight of those who witnessed the moon-lit face of the Beloved Rasool will sweep the senses of the onlookers- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Paradise Winks to a Fallen Prey
Our ignorance, sins, and low lineage are no barriers for us to to greet His Beloved— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
From Funeral to Festival: The Murmur of Meem
Six forlorn friends convened at an Orchard to share their woes of Solitude. Just then a Seventh one appeared turning the funeral to festival.
Had it not been for your Name
Had it not been for the name of the Beloved, humanity could never claim their cultural ethos–– argues Jaihoon in this eulogy of Holy Prophet
Love Lingers at Your Doorstep
We wander in wilderness hunting for Love only to discover that Love is lingering at the doorstep of the Beloved, admits Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Medina: Beauty Blushed. Dream Sighed
Beauty, dream and fragrance get eclipsed when shines the Full Moon of Medina, eulogizes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
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 most— suggests the reckless Jaihoon.
Dare of the Love-Drunk
Drunkards and drug addicts have no clue about the intoxicating state of Prophetic Love, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Becca of My Being
Our dark eyes & filthy hearts unqualify us to claim the Beloved’s love. In spite, a poetic attempt to approach the Beloved.
Sunna-some is greater Sufism
In the age of mega indulgence, adoption of Prophetic etiquettes is both the shortest, and sweetest, way to attain higher spiritual progress.
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
Spring the First
As the kite for the wind and farmers for the monsoon, the Heart waits for the holy month of Rabiul Awwal to celebrate.
Unyoked
To save the heart from death-blood, it is inevitable to unyoke from the comforts and soak in the Beloved’s longing— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Liberating the Love-Lava
Mujeeb Jaihoon dedicates to the Holy Prophet this magnificent mystical poem full of brilliant imageries and metaphors.
Miraj: The Glory is in the Descend, not Ascend
The greatest miracle of the Miraj episode is that the Beloved chose to return to humanity, even after meeting with the Almighty— argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
Rest Your Canoe in My Tear-River
Only the chosen few can behold that Divine Cup of Mustafa’s love, let alone consume the Drink. Nevertheless, Jaihoon is eager to try.
And Beyond
The Beloved Prophet means everything to us which we can ever depict in our known human language, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Ecstatic Name
The moment lovers overhear the mention of their Beloved, their hearts overwhelm with ecstasy unable to bear the bliss- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Why Earth is Envied
The stars and other planets may have greater charm than ours. Yet they envy the Earth, since it is home to the Beloved of God— writes Jaihoon
Medina’s Mimber
The very thought of the Beloved soak our eyes and heart in love, even as we are unaware of its magical impact- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Who else?
No other creation in this cosmos deserves and enjoys the absolute love and awe as much as the Beloved of God, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
Our Pride. Our Prestige
The love for Messenger of Allah is our hope and dignity at a time when there’s no refuge from the trials around us— believes Mujeeb Jaihoon.