Words Fail to Relay Lover’s Plight
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.
Were you not Lost?
Were humanity not lost until the Lord guided them through mission of His Beloved, asks Mujeeb Jaihoon in an eulogy of the Holy Prophet
To the Lost Sheep in the Jungle of Beeps
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 Collyrium of this Cosmos
How can any resist the power of Meem’s love-arrest when every heart throngs to beat in his love— asks Mujeeb Jaihoon
Thus I Greet, my Heartbeat
Despite aspiring for the Beloved Meem in the sweetest and dearest of metaphors, Mujeeb Jaihoon still feels they are inadequate.
The Demons of Divisive Algorithms
The dynamic human experience is beyond the grids of AI-generated algorithms: Jaihoon’s poetic response to the evil of predictive modelling.
The Crown of Meem-Madness
Mujeeb Jaihoon makes a final plea to bring him again to Medina so that he can set on fire those hearts that are love-poor.
Rocks too May Wither with Love
Poison may aspire for honey and Jackals may cry like sheep, Nay even Abu Lahab’sheart once felt for the Beloved— writes Jaihoon
Sell Me Cheap in the Beloved’s Market
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.
Once again the Beloved Cast a Glance
The heart shivered and veins struggled when His Beloved cast a glance on the lover— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon