Weep not for this poet nor for his blood-like plight- Jaihoon’s chaotic poem on spiritual mayhem citing anecdotes from Rabia Basri and Umar Qazi.
The Moonlit Madness
Our soul is the least we can offer as the most valuable token of our love the Holy Prophet.
Your Eyes and My Face
In this evocative love poem, Sun’s voice charms the moon, whispering secrets reflected in a lover’s eyes.
Khwaab ke Janaab
Mujeeb Jaihoon poetizes a longing heart waits for its love, adrift in time, hoping for a reunion.
I have heard much about Your Mercy
The poet pleads to His Lord knowing well that even if he fails non-stop, the Most Merciful will never withhold His grace upon the sinners