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.
About Madina I am crazy !
When rises the Sun of Madina/In my heart,/At once sets/The glory of my intellect’s fort.
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..
Sabr hamaare paas bilkul hai,
Lekin mere khwaab
Ke janaab
Socha bhi hai aap ne kabhi
Yeh intizaar kitna mushkil hai?
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