Metaphysic

Melody Meets Mysticism.

Jaihoon creates more than mere poetry. He crafts art with his mystic and melodious pen. He transports his readers to a world where divine bliss is the protagonist and spiritual worldviews steal the limelight.

Maverick

Age-old planet. New-age concepts.

Some say actions speak louder than words. Others use words to prove ‘them’ wrong. Words connect communities. Unlock the third eye. Words hold great power, which Jaihoon uses to captivate, innovate and intoxicate the critical reader.

Romantic

Bleeding heart. Healing inspiration.

Some say actions speak louder than words. Others use words to prove ‘them’ wrong. Words connect communities. Unlock the third eye. Words hold great power, which Jaihoon uses to captivate, innovate and intoxicate the critical reader.

Amidst turmoil, a poet's heartfelt plea to the Holy Prophet for solace and guidance in a world consumed by chaos.
Bravery Failed, Deception Won
A fervent longing to see the Beloved echoing a universal voice to those yearning for a spiritual connection with Holy Prophet.
Why Conceal Your Meem?
Jaihoon's poem seeking solace and spiritual renewal in the city sanctified by the Prophet's (PBUH) presence.
Hence, Medina
The love-stricken poet pleads with the beloved to arrive before the
If Ever I Gain My Senses
Love is a fruit that will blossom only after years of tears and trials, write Mujeeb Jaihoon
Love’s Worth Every Thorn
From distorted values to commodified minds, this poetic critique by Mujeeb Jaihoon explore the modern societal decay.
The Commodified Existence
Whispers of unmet desires and despair dance in these mystic verses by Mujeeb Jaihoon
A Regretful Desire
A heart gallops, yearning, humming the song of an unseen Beloved
My Unseen Beloved
Frustrated by global inaction to the daylight genocide in Palestine, Jaihoon demands: Who will contain the Zionist thug?
Who will tame the Rogue Ztate?
Crave, sigh, yearn, and burn in the soul's quest for divine love.
My Tears to Irrigate Your Love-field
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.
Paradise Confesses Its Eternal Desire
Exploring the quest for a divine bond, pondering upon existence and faith, all the while yearning for mercy.
In the Dungeon of Senses
Jaihoon unveils the essence of the sublime love and devotion for the Holy Prophet in this enchanting symphony of words
Your Love-Moments
Whenever life sails through bad waters, saluting the Beloved Prophet will help to calm the storm threatening our existence.
The Cure for Sour Times
A heart yearns to be redeemed by the sacred love of Medina
The Price of My Heart-Vessel
In pursuit of passion's flame, this radical lover dreads divine judgment for his all-consuming adoration.
Confessions of a Compulsive Lover
Amidst the chaos and confusion of life, the poet grapples with his own inner demons in search of a sense of reality and sanity.
Lost in the Devil’s Strings
Disruptors who violently upset the status quo must come with better alternatives for their talks and actions to make any sense.
To The Disruptors without Alternatives
Be it the saga of Miraj or the assembly at mahshar, the Beloved Meem is always the keynote in the song of creation
Were it not for Meem
The lover's unusual visit on a cold night, forgoing sleep and rest, leaves the beloved in doubt about his intentions.
The Midnight Meet
Just as the Rose can't ignore the Nightingale forever, the Beloved too can't un-love her lover for long, as the heart is beyond human control
Not for Long Can She Un-love
The hallow and shallow modern times has turned the storm and calm equally deceptive.
Deceptive Storm and Calm
The Eid of my Existence
The Eid of my Existence
Submit your desires and aspirations day and night to Him through the magical mantra of Alhamdulillah, and experience the power of gratitude.
Immodest my ambitions. Incredible my aspirations
Just as the moon beautifies the sky, the Beloved Meem completes the joy, beauty and meaning of this world— writes Jaihoon
Hence: the Beloved
How can any resist the power of Meem's love-arrest when every heart throngs to beat in his love and every pen desires to break in his praise?
To the Collyrium of this Cosmos
The heart shivered and veins struggled when His Beloved cast a glance on the lover— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Once again the Beloved Cast a Glance
The dynamic human experience is beyond the grids of AI-generated algorithms: Jaihoon's poetic response to the evil of predictive modelling.
The Demons of Divisive Algorithms
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.
Sell Me Cheap in the Beloved’s Market
hailthebeloved-poster
Hail the Beloved
Women deserve special celebration on the Holy Prophet's birthday whose last words in this world was for the kind treatment of women
Milad Nabi: The Heyday of Womanhood
A message of hope to ignite those whose hearts have turned dry and eyes unable to cry with minds lost and souls exhausted
To the Lost Sheep in the Jungle of Beeps
Were humanity not lost until the Lord guided them through mission of His Beloved, asks Mujeeb Jaihoon in an eulogy of the Holy Prophet
Were you not Lost?
Poison may aspire for honey and Jackals may cry like sheep, Nay even Abu Lahab'sheart once felt for the Beloved— writes Jaihoon
Rocks too May At Times Wither with Love
A true Devotee worships without questioning the purpose, driven by faith in the Creator.
Justify my Worship
e it from the moth to the flame or the cup to the wine, the first time is indeed the testing time of Love and Loyalty— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The First Time
Mothers lose sleep for the child to dream while also abstaining from food so that the infant could be fed— Jaihoon's poetic tribute to mothers
My Mother, My Paradise
A prayer to those who veil their pains with the apparel of apparent joy.
Of Self & Smile: A Prayer
Love is a land of sacrifice where the selfish seed is forbidden to sow— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Love: No Place for the Self
The bold Love may be the fault and culprit. Yet the innocent and shy Lovers are the ones accused and caught— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Love Loquacious
Ever since they climbed the mount of Meem's love, the lovers became strangers to themselves, thinking and feeling with the light of his love.
The Carnival
Mujeeb Jaihoon blasts the inaction of the silent bystanders as the poor continue to be deprived of their right to life and liberty.
To the Popcorn-eating Enablers
A seeker does not need the boat or the bridge to cross the turbulent river of Love, says Khidr, the eternal traveler, in a spiritual dream
The Key and Plea
Unlike human communications, invoking the Almighty doesn't require technology.— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Eternal Connection
Believers prefer the prison of Almighty's fear to the freedom of their desires while wishing Him to be their thirst & hunger— writes Jaihoon
To the Merciful Tyrant
The poet makes a final plea to the Almighty to bring him again and again to Medina so that he can set on fire those hearts that are love-poor
The Crown of Meem-Madness
The poet submits at Rawdha that though he is leaving Medina, his soul and its true joy reside in the heavenly hive of Meem
I Leave My Heart Behind
Lovers get absorbed in the desire-cave of the Beloved, just as the Youths and the Dog who slept in the ancient cave for centuries.
Lovers Sleep Deep in the Desire-cave
Mujeeb Jaihoon on the men and women who imitate the sounds of animals with their hostile and hateful actions towards fellow humanity.
Modern Men and Ancient Beasts: Kindred in Sound and Act
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.
Ch. 1 Meem: The Book of Creation
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.
Words Fail to Relay Lover’s Plight
>Mujeeb Jaihoon on Indian Muslim woman's response to her self-proclaimed patrons who exploit her pain and pride for their selfish motives.
Great Bigots Think Alike: Indian Muslima to the Establishment
Bystanders cannot blame the Medina's lover who became selfish, proud & possessive as he stood closer breathing the air that danced around Meem
Beside the Hero of Worlds Twin
The poet 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.
How shall I Greet Your Beloved Great?
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.
Love Annihilates Sanity
In response to those who enquire about what gifts has the poet brought from the land of Meem
Gifts from the Meem-Sojourn
Just as the fish cannot last long away from the ocean and the body needs the soul to remain warm, the lover has to return to where he belongs
I Too Packed My Bag of Desires
At these dark times when we have gathered at the funeral of our humanity, the only remedy for any hope is in the Beloved of God
Let us March to Meem
We may be guilty on all counts before the Divine Law, but that should not stop us from seeking His Grace, though we are unworthy of it.
Bury me not but in YOUR Infinite Grace
Why Earth is Envied
Meem: The Reason Why Earth is Envied
Why should the I take the the side of the Heart in its battle against the Intellect, wonders the poet in a state of spiritual melancholy.
A Bubble in the Storm
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
I remember, Medina’s Mimber
Mujeeb Jaihoon on Sayed Hyderali Shihab Thangal, the beloved icon of Muslim Kerala, whose death invoked sea of tears in his ardent admirers
Love Avenged
Only true friends' disapproval may apparently hurt our indulgent intellect but will cheer our innocent heart, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
An Advice, though Not So Wise
No other creation in this cosmos deserves and enjoys the absolute love and awe as much as the Beloved of God, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
Who else is so loved, followed and remembered?
Despite aspiring and expressing love for the Beloved Meem in the sweetest and dearest of metaphors, the poet still feels they are inadequate.
Thus I Greet, my Heartbeat
Beauty in Burning Eyes
As innocents are killed, the powerful convene fruitless meetings, exchanging hollow condolences, indifferent to the plight of war victims.
War: Incredible Indifference
Jaihoon pays glowing tribute to the 'Poet of the East', whose timeless vision inspire creative thoughts in the seekers of truth.
Iqbal, the Torchlight
In this glossy era deluded with superhuman success stories, some times it is worthwhile to remain just an innocent human — writes Jaihoon
Its OK to be Human
True friends will swing the twin-sword of praise and criticize and will reflect for us our merits and faults- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
My Sincere Mirror
Creative souls keep hunting for the purpose of life only to realize their 'gazelle' shall never come to hand- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Purpose of Life
The poet admits that he's a lifeless rock until the Divine rain creeps in and then the Spring Of Love & Poetry flows for others to quench
HIS Abode, My SourceCode
Jaihoon invokes the spirit of Rumi to seek an answer for the voluntary, not obligatory, nature of the greetings said upon the Beloved of God
Curiosity in Love
Almighty may allow the demolition of Ka'aba during the anti-Christ era. But even in those chaotic times, Medina's Palace will remain safe.
Not a Scar
Oppression of Palestinians is a blot on our civilized times even as the thirst of the blood-thirsty Gog-Magogs goes on- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Prank of Blood and Bank
Wine fell unconscious and the Cup shattered into pieces as the Rose smiled blushing when a Lover lingered at Medina- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Mysteries of a Love-soaked Heart
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
Meem made me Human Again
Al Amin, the Trustworthy, has promised us a feast at al-Kawthar. The Afterlife, hence, is inevitable for the very same reason- writes Jaihoon
Meem is my only Creed
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
Intoxicating are those Meem-seen Eyes
The glory of the Creator can alone surpass the greatness of His Beloved— admits Jaihoon in a poem written en route from the tomb of al-Busiri
HE Alone is Beyond the Beloved
Violence, oppression and inequality have made life unjust and unbearable for the afflicted ones- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Un-Just Like That
Beauty lies neither in the object nor in the onlooker. Nay, it rests in the love-image that appears in the eyes - poetizes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Love: Beauty’s Mirror
Why need an Excuse?
Despite witnessing the glorious wonders and unknown worlds, the Beloved returned back to the earth because of his love for humanity.
Mi’raj : The Love-Matter
In a desperate cry to the Lord, invoking the name of the Beloved who taught humanity the art of calling upon the Creator.
Heed to My Rant and Want
Lovers treasure the love and revere its pain, without expecting any apology from the beloved— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Apology wounds Love, deeper
Pain suffered in the the semi-conscious world throbs more than what we experience in the conscious world— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Wounds Scream in Dream
Nowhere but Him
Our ignorance, sins, and low lineage are no barriers for us to to greet His Beloved— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Paradise Winks to a Fallen Prey
The Love of Mustafa soaks our eyes in the zamzam of longing and reduces tsunamis of life into mere ripples— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Once again
Creative freedom is proportionate to the price one can afford to pay— asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon
Freedom is not sold cheap
With the birth of the Beloved Prophet— Culture, learning, Science and Technology evolved leading to a complete transformation of the world.
Like Never Before
We should learn to liberate the tears imprisoned in our agonized hearts- Mujeeb Jaihoon on relieving pain
Let Go the Captived Tears
True heroism is found in compassionate acts that alleviate suffering, embodying timeless virtues of generosity and love for humanity.
Big Hearts On the Poor’s Shores
Despite the atrocities of the Israeli forces on Palestinians, the neighboring world maintains a deafening silence justified only by cowardice
Al Quds To Rest of Muslim World: Lord have Mercy on your Cowardice
Jaihoon's passionate elegy on the martyrdom of the Palestinian boys killed by Israeili warships while playing football on the beach (2014)
To Gaza’s Playful Angels
The Holy Quran, despite revealed to the Holy Prophet, is aplenty with tales of earlier Prophets. A poetic response for this 'imbalanced love'
Behind the Love-Scale Imbalance
A Lover may not be a saint with the pious-paint. Yet he pleads the Lord to let untie their love-lunacy for His Beloved— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Love Lunacy Let Loose
Justice remains a persecuted prisoner in the paradoxical world of the rich and powerful— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Justice Undone
Dreams cried, Nightmare laughed. Cup smashed, Wine spilled— Mujeeb Jaihoon's poetic dissent against the civilian deaths in the Yemen conflict.
The Martyr-Bride
Shy Not to Ask the Giving King
Honoring the plea from sincere critics to occasionally forsake the logical cave and return to the spiritual delight.
re:CALL
Dedicated to Abdul Halim Attar, a Palestinian refugee who sold pens on Beirut streets, while carrying his daughter Reem on his shoulders
Smiles Over Guns
Relying on misplaced video clips for seeking knowledge is inimical to the spirit of human civilization— argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
Malicious Clips
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
Miraj: The Glory is in the Descend, not Ascend
Jaihoon's poem explores the philosophical torment of doubt in love, grappling with the fear of loss versus a life devoid of love.
I Dare You to Love Me Not
restyourcanoe-poster
Rest Your Canoe in My Tear-River
The Beloved Prophet means everything to us which we can ever depict in our known human language, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
And Beyond
Jaihoon's poetic gift recited at the Rawdha Shareef unleashing the fire and desire of infinite longing to gain the love of Beloved Prophet
Homecoming
They first demonize the victims. And then murder and molest. Finally, they say sorry, leaving the victims in a state of painful humiliation.
And then, Sorry
Searching for God in the indulgent world is as foolish as looking for a Rose in middle of the desert, suggests the Delhi Sage - by Jaihoon
How can you buy Light in the Market of Darkness?
The Abode of God exhorts the poet to proceed towards the city of the Beloved where the love-tears shed are as sweet as honey.
The Hive of Joy: A Conversation with the Kaba
Jaihoon at Medina
Unlocking Eternity’s Gate
Despite transformation in all creatures including the virus, men & women adamantly continue their old habits- Jaihoon's poetic adieu to 2020
unEVOLVED
Lovers can renounce solitude and enjoy life's blessings only in the presence of each other
Tomorrow Morn
Silent in Fury and Merry
We should be grateful to those friends who pull us away from this world and push us towards the Loving Lord.- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Away from the World: Towards the Lord
A humble servant with no merit or choice surrenders to the ocean of Divine Love.
The Demerited Devotee
We need not care if we befit in the dark eyes of haters as long as with His Love our hearts are lit— stirs Mujeeb Jaihoon
As long as with YOU is my Heart’s Link
Strange indeed is the thing called Love
The moment lovers overhear the mention of their Beloved, their hearts overwhelm with ecstacy unable to bear the bliss- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Body hears Meem, Soul Swings Mmm
We are not worth a penny on our own. But if crowned with the servitude of Allah, we become the envy of His Angels. - suggests Mujeeb Jaihoon
Angels Will Envy Your Crown
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
Beloved Prophet: Our Pride. Our Prestige
Thus Conquered the Queen
A Tale of Tears and Trials
To an Indifferent Friend
Human relationships are facing severe challenges due to the 'timeless' Time, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Time-less Times
Six forlorn friends convened at an Orchard to share their woes of Solitude. Just then a Seventh one appeared turning the funeral to festival.
From Funeral to Festival: The Murmur of Meem
The coming of Holy Prophet perfumed humanity with compassion and knowledge bringing smiles on the faces of the oppressed and weak.
The Scent of Civilization
Gentleness is a superhuman quality which is unfound among the majority. Hence, its upholders deserve respect— asserts Jaihoon in this poem.
A rose-red for every tear shed!
A seeker without a spiritual comprade is worth no more than a rotten crop wrought with drought and despair- Mujeeb Jaihoon's poem on spiritual kinship
How sweet is HIS Fear
Regimes demand hearts to quarantine their Conscience as throat-cutting trials continue for those who possess even a pinch of humanity, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Quarantined Conscience
A God-conscious Merchant who praised the Lord twice— upon hearing the sinking of his goods ship and when later informed the ship belonged to someone else.
The Merchant who Defied the Storm of Fate
The thrill and joy of seeking from the Divine is perhaps more exhilarating than discovering the Sought— Mujeeb Jaihoon explains why in this poem.
Thirst is as Tasty as Water too
Not a single day passes in lovers' lives without tears, reflecting each other's longing in the ancient pain-mirror— reminds Jaihoon in this poem
Reflections in the Pain-Mirror
The seeker's humble appeal to his spiritual comrade not to abandon him to perish in the world of godless solitude.
Leave me not in the Dark
A Divine lover may naturally envy another, especially when one of them is blessed with a greater proximity with the Beloved, relates Mujeeb Jaihoon
Jealous, but Zealous
Blaming the Almighty for His punishments is nonsensical as He indefinitely ignores the crimes of humans granting them excuse upon excuse to forgive.
No Shame and Him you blame?
We invoke Allah with every breath we take and every branch we shake hoping that HE is our only Merciful refuge when others see us with rage— writes Jaihoon
I Trusted You with all my Trust
God's lovers, who enrich each other in togetherness, melt as solitary dew when separated from one another— writes Jaihoon on spiritual kinship
Why Heart Melts in the Solitary Dew
Not always Destiny brings ashore illustrious souls who connect with Divine. One seeker's journey may benefit others too– hopes Jaihoon in this poem
In search of Him-Arousing Honey
The love-henna designed hearts of God are aligned towards HIM despite the lures of this deceptive world. Jaihoon's poem about such 'indifferent' souls.
Henna of a HIM-Aligned Heart
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
Had it not been for your Name
God's lovers employ various metaphors and symbolic actions to hide their love of the Divine– Jaihoon reveals some of their 'cover-up games' in these verses
Never Believe His Lovers
Even as we feel pain over the belated reply, we shall remain persistent in our plea to the Most Merciful –– insists Jaihoon in this poetic discourse
My Vice Questions and Your Wise Response
The slave can readily accept the lockdown of his entire freedom provided the Master unlocks His Love within him or her–– Jaihoon's Lailathul Qadr 2020 poem
Unlock Your Love Within
Can the Lover resist a reply when asked in the name of the Beloved— contents Mujeeb Jaihoon as he bargains by one Beautiful name after another
I call You with so sweet a name
We submit our faults in HIS presence from whom there is nothing to hide as we stand silent like a bride- Jaihoon on pleading to the Lord
Ya Rabbana! Ya Rabbana!
The servant becomes ecstatic with joy when Lord answers his or her plea. But joy of fulfilment is incomplete without expressing gratitude- insists Jaihoon
When You hear my prayer !
When we are left without a guide in our solitary ride and none to confide, we turn to our Creator for solace- Jaihoon's passionate verses on Ramadan prayers
Didn’t YOU like my tears, my prayers ?
Allah is well aware of the warmth of every tear that flows down the cheeks of His hopeful servant- asserts Jaihoon in this devotional poem
With Every Tear He is Familiar
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.
Ya Badee’al Ajaaib: A Poem of Mayhem
We wander in wilderness hunting for Love only to discover that Love is lingering at the doorstep of the Beloved, admits Jaihoon in an ode to the Meem
Love Lingers at Your Doorstep
Beauty, dream and fragrance get eclipsed when shines the Full Moon of MEDINA, eulogizes Mujeeb Jaihoon
MEDINA: Beauty Blushed. Dream Sighed
Paradise is the least a lover can demand in the name of the Beloved whom the Almighty endears the most in the entire cosmos— suggests the reckless Jaihoon
A Throne in Paradise, The Least I Could Ask
In Jaihoon's poetic slam of State-sponsored brutalities, Gandhari, the vedic & virtuous queen of Meerut, decries the sufferings of the orphans in UP, India.
Daylight Rape of Justice: Gandhari’s Prayer for the Meerut Orphans
The Indian muslim will not faint and falter at the Numeric Altar of the regime— Jaihoon's poetic slam of India's discriminatory Citizenship Amendment Bill
We are here to Forever Stay
A poetic appeal to the callous comrade to spare the senses of the lover.
To the Tyrant Tigress
Journey Ahead. Destination Behind.
Drunkards and drug addicts have no clue about the intoxicating state of Prophetic Love. Mujeeb Jaihoon's poetic tribute to those blessed lovers.
Dare of the Love-Drunk
Kashgar Old City
Love-Lap Holier than Martyr-field
RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi's non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak.
To the Godless Goons of Mob India
Our dark eyes & filthy hearts unqualify us to claim the love of the Beloved. In spite, a poetic attempt to plead with the Loved One for a generous excuse.
Becca of My Being
It is very hard to recall him but with tears. Harder even more to pray without tears. Jaihoon's commemorative poem on Sayyid Shihab, the great son of India.
But with Tears
Mujeeb Jaihoon's tribute to Abdul Gani Goni, a Kashmiri teacher, acquitted after illegally imprisoned for 23 years.
23 Light Years: The Maryada of Nation of Ram
Jaihoon's lyric explores the paradoxical nature of love, using biblical allusions to depict the tension between longing and reverence.
Near and Far
Mujeeb Jaihoon hails the frenzied seekers in alphabetical fashion to boldly invoke the Divine blessings of the 'Power of Night'.
The Night of Gold Hunt
Mujeeb Jaihoon writes on the pervasive ubiquity of Love, save in its rightful place
Except the Heart
On the political otherization of Indian Muslims from the Nation's mainstream politics. A Political poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon
Aporetic. Accursed: The Abyss of the Indian Musalman
Mujeeb Jaihoon's poetic tribute to Hosna Ara Parvin, the brave Bangladeshi lady martyr of ChristChurch terrorist attack, New Zealand, on Mar 15 2019.
That Friday In Bangla sang the Paradise-Bird
In the age of mega indulgence, adoption of Prophetic etiquettes is both the shortest, and sweetest, way to attain higher spiritual progress.
Sunna-some is greater Sufism
Lofty hopes keep the humanity in prayers as the the past year elopes paving the way for another year
The New Year Prayer
Children of Quran
Children: Their Cry and Chuckle
Jaihoon's poem explores the loss of genuine emotion in a world dominated by digital expression, where love and tears are reduced to emojis.
eMojical Love
Win My Face Within
Asifa poem by mujeebjaihoon
Roses are red. Violets are blood
Mujeeb Jaihoon's tribute to the two-year-old boy, Emir al-Bash, martyred in Ghouta, the war-torn suburb of Syria.
Ghouta: Cultured Vultures, Uncivilized Vampires
Wrinkle-free Love
Spring the First
Spring the First
Mujeeb Jaihoon speaking at Zaitoon International Girls School, Kerala (July 10 2017)
A Third of Triple
Jaihoon at Medina
Unyoked
Jaihoon's poem explores the concept of luck, contrasting traditional superstitions with the enduring power of love as the truest fortune
Love, the 13th
Jaihoon's word of caution to mystic lovers not to consume their drink all at once
Utterly. Insanely.
Incomplete, incompetent am I / Save my pain have I no gift any.
Liberating the Love-Lava
Mujeeb Jaihoon on SIGN, the community living centre which acts as an overall education-training-research village, located in Kerala
Once Sign. Never Resign
Rain brings unimaginable joy in the hearts and minds of the natives, especially in the deserts— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Rhyme and Chime of Rain
Like a prayer
Allah does not expect ants to carry mountains. Nor the weakling humans to understand the secret of Miraj— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Miraj : Every Love has a Secret
Paradise appears somewhere in between their smile and the Fire is hidden in midst of their painful tears, urges Jaihoon in this poem about filial piety.
To the Selfie Offspring
Miraj: For the first time since its inception, Light found a soul more faster itself— Time & Space reimagined in Jaihoon's poem on the Miraculous night.
When Time Forgot to Pass
Celebrating a love blessed with Patience and sacrifice with neither complaint nor a taint.
Years Eleven
Mujeeb Jaihoon's love poem celebrating unwavering devotion, sacrifice, and a perfect ten out of ten journey.
Ten Out of Ten
The glory of Mi'raj lies not only in the ascension but in the descend of our Beloved back to our humble world as well— sings Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Glorious Ascend. The Compassionate Descend
As each year passes by, we sincerely pray for humanity not to fall prey to the future pain of natural and man-made calamities.
Mind’s Questions: Heart’s Prayers
Spiritual madness is tons better than materialistic sanity— insists Mujeeb Jaihoon
my lunacy. my ecstasy
While the selfish ones swim in the sleazy dirt, sincere friends sail on great seas— asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon in this friendship poem
Sailing on Friend-ship
The years of affection spent in the presence of the beloved are like new moon nights.
The Nth Love
Exploring the profound essence of philanthropy through a poetic lens, celebrating its virtues and transformative power in society.
Bejeweled Hearts
Love and its ecstasy descend into the hearts out of God's mercy- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon in this poem inspired at Rawdha Shareef
Love is neither free nor fair
From magic potion to passion to poison, Love comes in different names and forms— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Thy name is Love
The Love-afflicted Pen can write about the Beloved alone. It will only frown away if asked to praise any other— admits Mujeeb Jaihoon
My Poetic Buraq
It is inevitable for Allah to exist as no one else could create a magnificent creation like the Holy Prophet— asserts Jaihoon
The Lord’s Existence
While anyone can incite violence and destroy homes, it takes courage and nobility to uphold peace and sanity.
Honoring the Heroes of Harmony
Great souls, despite disappearing from our sight, keep riding on memory lane, gifting relief for our daily worries— Mujeeb Jaihoon
Rainbows that Withstand the Rain of Time
To love like Imam Hussein means generously sharing the Truth-hive's sweetness, spreading its essence to all, even enemies, writes Jaihoon
Truth : Share if you Care
A touching episode from the life of a man who was bestowed with abundant authority by Destiny, yet chose to depart from the halls of power.
The Sufi Booklover
Pebbles under her feet are worth more than the pearls on paradise’ shore, writes Jaihoon in a tribute to Lady Khadijah, the wife of Prophet
The ‘Old Lady Merchant’ who Purchased Paradise
Jaihoon's poem explores love as a source of joy and ponders its place in the face of ultimate judgement.
A Love-Note
The only proof for our belief in the hereafter is that they were told by the Trustworthy Beloved— insists Jaihoon.
My Creed
A heartbroken soul confronts a restless heart, questioning its disloyalty and the pain it inflicts, in this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
A Distant Bosom
Landing on the moon or demystifying the atom were seen with pride. Yet, there are other possibilities than imagined— Jaihoon's radical Miraj poem
Lord’s the Limit
The Beloved is the cornerstone of life, the gem in existence's ocean, illuminating culture and human advancement, asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon.
The Inevitable
Jaihoon's poem explores the pain of neglecting love for ambition, finding solace only in its enduring presence.
For Her Patient Love
She comes uninvited/To have lovers frightened/Nightmare of life is she,/Pirate of Lovers’ sea is she/Ridicule of love, her hobby/She cares not for any lobby
Death is her name, Separation is her game
Nightingales, roses, and moons whisper the secrets of love and devotion- in this mystical love poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon
My Slogan, My Revolution
This poem explores the struggle between self-denial and the irresistible pull of love.
Forbidden Promises
Refusing to accept the Holy Prophet means rejecting yourself, which creates a disconnection with the Divine, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
Crime To Unlove
Neo-imperialist forces betray and bulldoze weaker nations, plundering resources, and then profit from their reconstruction.
Twice Bitten
Who Is Your True Ally?
Jaihoon's poem explores the various gifts in life, ultimately declaring the unmatched power of a beloved's love.
The Reason to Love
Truth borrows its hue from the Beloved Meem, who is the absolute testimonial for Reality, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Majestic Mirror
A believer's poetic prayer for an atheist, navigating through the depths of faith, empathy, and spiritual yearning.
Prayer for an Atheist
On the stark double standards of superpowers reflecting on issues of terrorism, war, and global politics.
Thus Warned The Puppet Master
Jaihoon's lyric poem explores the profound connection between the beloved and the heart through metaphors drawn from nature.
The Lover and Heart: A Dialogue
The Holy Prophet is the shepherd of our emotion and the Lighthouse of our Reason in a myriad world of distractions.
My Reason’s Lighthouse
They say love has no scent or hue/ And this say is indeed true/ But truths are to experience/Not to be taken in ignorance/Yes, UAE is my Foster Mother/Like her, no mother other..
UAE : Like her, no mother other
Mujeeb Jaihoon's passionate poem explores the vastness and elusiveness of love, defying definition and measurement.
A Sin to Count Love
The slave is not comfortable with the blessings if they are diverting his heart from the Giver
Bless not, if YOU are not
Lovers are ready to suffer and sacrifice anything and everything for their loved ones. This makes love the rarest of all feelings on earth.
Love is such a thing
The poet entreats Abu Bakr as-Siddiq in a dream, seeking the secret behind his highest rank in belief and the companionship with the Beloved.
Know Thy Beloved
In this poem, Jaihoon asserts that change keeps love fresh, urging partners to find new ways to express their affection.
Innovation: The Fuel of Love’s fire
When darkness envelops the world, we search within for the light that guides us through the night's shadow, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Song of Broken Strings
Jaihoon at Madina
My Logic Prostrated
Even Ridwan may wonder how this sinner would enter the heaven’s doors into the world of hoors— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Forgive me, only You can!
Jaihoon's poem explores the possessive nature of love, comparing it to a jealous wine that demands complete ownership.
Love: The Wine Jar of Jealousy
Alas! No matter how severe is the winter/Your friend will say, 'spring will one day enter'/A true friend is a Him-sent candle/For hope in His Mercy to kindle
A candle to kindle
To HIM Begin Your Walk
A Harvest with no grain
Man’s Rest vs. Woman’s Test
Man’s Rest vs. Woman’s Test
Ya Rabb! These little hands to You I raise/Let others mention our Affinity with much praise/We ask You with our head on ground/Ya Allah! Bind us together with Your bond!
Bind us with Your Bond
Mujeeb Jaihoon intricately weaves together expressions of profound love and gratitude, capturing the essence of romance.
How could I love you not?
Addressed to the late visionary leader of Kerala Muslims fondly called Mahatma of Malabar
You turned Volcanoes to springs
This dark love poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon warns of a passionate love destined for heartbreak and pain.
The Madman and the Rose
This evocative poem explores love's transformative power, likening it to a precious treasure and a symbol of royalty.
Love’s Coronation
Enamored with love, the seeker is unapologetic in his expression of devotion to the beloved.
Why Hide?
In the return of their soul to the Beloved, lovers rediscover their true nature and their pain hesitates in the embrace of the dear one.
Pain is Shy
A rose questions a lovestruck nightingale, confused by his obsession. He reveals a distorted view of the world, fueled by love.
Envy of the Fairies
Intellectual inertia within the Islamic world hindered the advancement of dream interpretation, despite Ibn Sireen's contributions.
Who Will Crack the Hard Nut?
Journey through life's trials and triumphs, finding resilience and courage amidst destiny's challenges, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Until Success Kisses
My Madness: A Story Long
A passionate plea for patience in expressing love's depth.
Brevity Kills Love’s Soul
I am late, Your Mercy so early
In a philosophical dialogue with Qais, the mad lover, Jaihoon explores the extremes of love, questioning moderation and celebrating devotion.
Lunacy: The Only Moderation in Love
Jaihoon at Madina
That Night Ended Medinized
We water plants and hastily expect fruits ignoring their emotional identity. When they fail, we blame climate change- writes Jaihoon.
The Forgotten Flora
The poet, who is knowledgeable in abstract concepts, is taken to task for his ignorance of everyday things.
The Poet’s Blind Spot
A poetic exchange where flowers lament human indifference, urging appreciation for nature's gifts, amidst the chaos of daily life.
A Garden’s Plea
I Lured Shirin, You killed Farhad
We all fear death. But more fearsome is the absence of our dear ones, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Sweet Love, Bitter death!
As we get weary of life's strife, we find solace in the name of the Beloved, who is the mantra of joy and hope for us in both worlds
Your Name is Enough
Allah has taken upon Himself to safeguard the blessed honor of His Beloved. Humanity need not fret over it, notes Mujeeb Jaihoon
My Business
A garden if / Is this cosmos / His soul / A fragrant breeze / His full Praise / I alone capable / Everything in him / Is so lovable
My Beloved, Name his is Muhammad
Why be the Convict and Victim too?
Jaihoon at Madina
Soul’s Perfume
His Nearness: Our Paradise
Spring has not arrived since then
God’s Existence vs. Man’s
An urban and a rural woman share their pain, echoing the societal divides and the unequal suffering of women.
Unfair with God’s Fair Creatures
Jaihoon's poem on a dream visit to the house of Ayesha Siddiqa (ra) and her advice to the Modern World
Blood in the River
Though we suffer from the lack of actions and weakness of faith, we cannot shy from declaring our love for the Beloved, writes Jaihoon.
Nucleus Of Existence
My heart lost/In state Medinized/Mustafa’s love/Had my soul amazed
One Madina’s Lover enough to Charm Houris 70 or more
A poem inspired while greeting salaam at Rawdha Shareef after fajr. My heart’s power are you!/My soul’s energy are you!Take me if you by your side/World shall seek me from every side
Love… all my love!
God anointed His Beloved as the Merciful Sultan to rule over the world in a celestial symphony of benevolence.
The Merciful Sultan
Jaihoon at Medina
The Incomplete Ode
When rises the Sun of Madina/In my heart,/At once sets/The glory of my intellect's fort.
About Madina I am crazy !
I am after all a son of Adam / Distraction runs in my vein!/ This silly world keeps me busy/ And I am carried away from your love
A crazy poet bred on the sands of Madina
Jaihoon at Madina
Till I Remain No More
Jaihoon's poem explores the pain of separation and impermanence of life, using historical and religious references.
Meet in Joy and Part in Cry
A lovelorn plea wrestles with mortality questioning if love's embrace can extend beyond the veil of death.
Love Imperfect
The goal of this system is to make man spend / It sweet-coats the debts seducing others to lend
A Silent wail for Heavenly Love
I saw a light
One night in prayer a man cried to God / Ya Rabb! You are the most just / To trade with Your Mercy is best
A barter deal with God
A lover yearns for more time with their beloved, questioning the fleeting nature of their connection, in this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
The Love-Plaint
Your Eyes and My Face
The Creator’s Whereabouts
Dead Sea views
Love is an Ocean Deep
O Who Is Never Fed up!
A walk in Amman
I believe in the mirror of love
Don't let the thorn distract you from the beauty of the rose.
Another Paradise
Every petal sings the glory of Allah. — at Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque.
Every Atom Radiates His Mercy
The Beloved is the teacher of both earthly and celestial realms. Through him, we discovered the existence in the world, writes Jaihoon
The Supreme Mentor
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Medina : Motherland of Love
With the presence of the beloved, the lover turns to a madman while he feels as if death resides beside him, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
My Heart without you
On the families torn asunder by soaring rents, fueled by the insatiable greed of their landlords.
The Greed-blinded Towers
The loss of a spiritual comrade leaves us in a terrible state which consumes our heart and shreds our nerves in pain
Unfound
You are a Rose Burning day and night All through summer and winter There is no end to your merciless plight. I am a Nightingale Who at morn and evening Without doing anything As if from life's toil I am sent on bail!
To a Disheartened Rose
Sabr hamaare paas bilkul hai, Lekin mere khwaab Ke janaab Socha bhi hai aap ne kabhi Yeh intizaar kitna mushkil hai?
Khwaab ke janaab..
I have heard much about Your Mercy
In this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon, a heart aches for a lost love, seeking solace and a promise of a brighter dawn.
Once Gone
The Angels Belittled Me
In the march of the caravan, grant me a Him-Loving Singer to keep the journey in the same burning spirit.
A Silent Singer
Like a Tasbih
Answered Before I Called
In the bazaar of Love
The Broken Rosary of Affinity
Stomach full. Hearts empty
On the rehabilitation of victims affected by wars and conflicts while hoping for peace and healing in society.
Prelude to Peace
The Gift from Almighty
The Dream-like Prize
Jaihoon at Medina
The Love-dyed Bride
Jaihoon at Madina
Paradise is where Beloved is
Present and Future were in his hands/Time bowed in obedience to his words/The dark clouds are to away pass/Full Moon from Thaniyat to get close
Full Moon from Thaniyyat
Jaihoon seeks prayers for Abul Hasan Ali nadwi, who helped the poet to reconcile the chaotic world of spiritual and intellectual reformation in Islam.
A Plea for Dua
That I know there is a Rabb-Said so the Chief of Yathrib/That Quran is His words/Since revealed through his lips
‘Coz Mustafa Said So!
Calling Him is Halfway
The Creator chose Mim / To inaugurate his ‘kun’ / Mustafa into the world arrived / ‘Fa Yakun’ has since continued
Muhammad came, World became
O Soul! Don’t you remember?
Love’s Sweet Revenge
Vent of an Uprooted Tent
Jaihoon at Madina
Jibreel Stops a Lover at Madina’s Gate
Last night an argument / Unfolded at the tavern / Their faces away turned / As they made anger plain
My Wine’s Still From Madina’s Grapevine
The Beloved's absence kills Inch by inch and the soul suffers bit by bit, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Forget It
Madina
Sweet Seller in Paradise
Your Infinite Response to My Finite Pleas
Jaihoon at Madina
Love-smitten, Paradise too little to desire
Ya Rabb! Make this love my nature / Nail in my heart the Green Dome's picture / Even as I reach the gates of his love / Ecstasy shakes my heart and soul
Nail in my heart the Green Dome’s picture
His Friends: Between Two Lies
Though love's transformative power elevates the lover, its intensity raises questions of consequence.
Love Unlimited
All through the day, the body is indulged in different pleasures. The soul's only comfort is in the remembrance of its Creator and the love of the Holy Prophet sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
Closer to soul
The light of Ahmed when created / The ray of love in cosmos was emitted / The world came to know of love / Since towards him did He show
Paradise comes second
Jaihoon's verses contemplating love's duality, longing, and the agony of separation, seeking resolution and understanding.
My Love, My Foe
Mujeeb Jaihoon's poem explores the cost of love and solitude, weaving between longing, pain, and the bittersweet essence of memories.
The Pain-Price of Love
Acknowledge the Divine to marvel at the beauty of nature.
A Tale of Two Lights
The Selfless Pilgrim
It cures those sickened like 'Al-Busiri' / And makes heart-sick like 'Lahori' / I am not of those deserving to elaborate it / A dark soul I am, no better than a hypocrite
The Cure and Sickness of Love
A heartfelt prayer by two slaves to the Divine expressing their pain and joy, seeking liberation and divine love.
Lovers’ Tears Precious than Paradise’ Rivers
Dead or Alive
Human weaknesses are no excuse to shy away from spiritual struggle. Hope will bring the lover's aspiration to fruition alludes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Tighten the Knot of Hope
I answered your every plea From every evil I set you free I caged compassion amid your ribs My remembrance danced on your lips Countless favors on you I bestowed Although very little had you bowed Tell me, O my slave What for Me you have?
A heart gone blind with His Beloved
How is it possible that the Dear one of the Lord, who is the most perfect being after the Lord himself, is addressed as Unlettered?
Why Unlettered?
Lovers repeat and rotate the same old tale of love masquerading with new symbols, just like the deceptive wine-seller— an eccentric poem by Jaihoon
The Same Old Wine
Mujeeb Jaihoon's poem celebrating the bittersweet melodies of separation and the triumph of love.
The Lone Lament
Lost in Him
Love is a divine gift, and those who cherish it should never presume it's irrevocable.
Heaven’s Echo of Lover’s Whispers
Jaihoon at Madina
To live in Paradise for years
Mujeeb Jaihoon's poem about the power of a smile to mend a broken heart and bring one closer to God.
Your Smile: Heart Set Aflame
Discover the power of gratitude and how it can lead to an abundance of blessings in this tale of unwavering devotion from a humble servant.
Prayer for Angelic Envy
Mujeeb Jaihoon's poem on the silent suffering and unwavering hope that blossom in the face of unrequited love
Ask Anyone but Me
Deliverance from Solitude
O Rabb, how much? To thank and praise You How much should My gratitude fetch?
How much? The Beloved much!
If I fail to give you the same in return I fear His Justice will bring the hell-burn O Tasbih! Pray to your Merciful Rabb Like yours, may my heart always in love rub
Why Love me so much?
Love, A Flower too Grand for Earth
O the sincere slaves of God! Why do you think this hypocrite writes this ode? He too wishes to raise his hand from the crowd...
A Corner in Paradise
They say everything is fair in love and war Who gets what and where, this is from justice far
Pain, Envy and Pride : The web of love
A single drop of Kawthar may I beg you in return On the dreadful day sun will close to my head burn Let my heart drown in the flood of his love So that- I sail with smile when after death I am made alive
Why Lovers pretend silence?
You can shed your human tears later too But love has earthly moments but a few I wonder how lovers have time to fight Do they forget the moment of soul's flight
I wonder how lovers have time to fight?
Is my love for you the sole reason why / Time is passing so slowly as moon in the sky? / Should I think of you with a lovely-hate? / So that your love may bloom not so late
Teach me ABC of patience
In the past, Your pen was sharpened with pain of solitude- Now with Affinity, What will inspire your boat's ride with such a tide?
Now what about will you write?
For how long can I hope for a candle? Where is a noble soul for faith to kindle? I am fed up with this merciless system Which strips the tree, leaving the stem
A Nightingale fed up with the garden
They have sent a hundred blessings and peace / The Cool Breeze has increased from Hind to Hijaz
30 Days, Hundred times
An Instant Him-verse
It continue to rise in air Seeing its way only higher Once freed of the low earthly desires Her love blows air to it and inspires
A Kite rises in love, not falls
In a lovesick poem, Jaihoon uses the metaphor of a nightingale, yearning for a rose, to depict the pain of obsessive love.
The Love-Sick Nightingale
What does it cost him to travel in a dream? What to ask so much from this world's merciless system? No need to pass through the man-made blockade No need to break from the world of winning bread...
What does a dream cost you?
Leila’s cry from the desert of love
The Mystery of Divine Affinity
No. What joy is there for this nightingale? Who is far from his wonderful land of hill...
Republic Day
Over those slaves they keep a close watch/ Who make their actions with Beloved match
Angels wait to write
Jaihoon at Madina
A gift to win your Love
The poet feels undeserving of a precious gift and expresses a desire for deeper faith and understanding.
The Beggar’s Treasure
Loneliness transforms the falcon into an owl, blinding its sight.
In the Hope of the Ultimate Sea
Ah! I am myself throwing mud in the head Where shall my soul find its bread? I cried much for my mentors' reach I waited long on Destiny's beach...
A silent song to fit the unfit times
Even then keep care as every step you advance/For you are where even wind is polite as it blows
Before meeting the Beloved
They burn their own selves Hence, light at night is seen by His Slaves Tonight we are heading as guests Towards that Blessed House...
Stars on the way to Harem
A poem inspired while seated beside outside the wall of Rawdha Shareef
O Angels! Give way to Man
Qanat Al Qasba (qaq.ae)
Arabia in Flesh n Blood
Familiarity : Poison for Affinity
Jaihoon @ Jama Masjid
What to fight with no sword?
One Pain: A Thousand Joy
Envy of the Hoor
Envy of the Hoor
Beyond the Dream of Death
Oh! Lord did a favor on this colorful world When this Full Moon's face He partly showed What would we sinners be, O Tasbih, in this world and next? To see the gates of Paradise he would be the only pretext.
My Pretext for Paradise
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