Roses are red. Violets are blood
A tribute to the 8-year-old girl who was ‘kidnapped, starved, drugged, and raped repeatedly inside a Hindu temple’ in Kathua, Jammu- India in January 2018
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.
Smiles Over Guns
Dedicated to Abdul Halim Attar, a Palestinian refugee who sold pens on Beirut streets, while carrying his daughter Reem on his shoulders
Soaring Hearts
Defying the notion of falling in love, this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon explores love as an upward journey.
Rest Your Canoe in My Tear-River
Only the chosen few can behold that Divine Cup of Mustafa’s love, let alone consume the Drink. Nevertheless, Jaihoon is eager to try.
Reflections in the Pain-Mirror
Not a single day passes in lovers’ lives without tears, reflecting each other’s longing in the ancient pain-mirror— reminds Jaihoon.
Sailing on the Friend-ship
While the selfish ones swim in the sleazy dirt, sincere friends sail on great seas— asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon in this friendship poem
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
Prank of Blood and Bank
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
Prelude to Peace
On the rehabilitation of victims affected by wars and conflicts while hoping for peace and healing in society.