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.
I remember, 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
An Advice, though Not So Wise
Only true friends’ disapproval may apparently hurt our indulgent intellect but will cheer our innocent heart, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Who else is so loved, followed and remembered?
No other creation in this cosmos deserves and enjoys the absolute love and awe as much as the Beloved of God, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
Thus I Greet, my Heartbeat
Despite aspiring and expressing love for the Beloved Meem in the sweetest and dearest of metaphors, the poet still feels they are inadequate.