A lover yearns for more time with their beloved, questioning the fleeting nature of their connection, in this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Every day she makes
A honey-like claim
‘About you,
I think all the time’.
But as I pass
Through moments silent
On my lips arises
The heart’s plaint:
‘Is it not possible
For some time more
To spend for the one
You utterly adore?’
Dec 28 2002. edit Feb 2024
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.