Al Hassan Yunus
Biography: I lived in reality world... In which poems serve as foods... I love my spoon { Halal Pen}
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Al Hassan Yunus
Tuesday 11 July 2023

AESTHETIC OF NEW YEAR






I stood up
by the window;
Looking at the forefront
of the new year that's near to us.


Within a twinkle
of an eye unexpectedly;
We lined on our lines of entrance
with a majestical walk into the year.


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Al Hassan Yunus
Tuesday 11 July 2023

MY LIFE

My life was invisible to all,
Appearing like a thick smear secret,
From an inevitable memories
Because of the hatred they propagated in them.

Appearing like a thick smear secret,
Coming to lightning in edges,
Because of the hatred they propagated in them,
They tried to avert from the agony of thought.

Coming to lightning in edges,
From an inevitable memories,
They tried to avert from the agony of thought,
My life was invisible to all.


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Al Hassan Yunus
Tuesday 11 July 2023

THE WAY I EMBARKED ON

THE WAY I EMBARKED ON —THEME
UNKNOWN DESTINATION — TITLE


I worked with time travel simultaneously,
The day the time travel embarked on me
The lanes became smeared;
Stars became scary and dued,




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Al Hassan Yunus
Tuesday 11 July 2023

Heart Message


In the middle of the night

When the due has came down in the the night 

And the sky was in smear

So captivating the stars are



I gushed up to write a heartfelt message 

I took hold of my pen that's very weak

Took a blank book page to scribe

And make a vow over my cloak


I wrote this with invisible ink in pages

And used a faded pen in stanzas

It can be only read with feelings

And section the poem in chapters


Whenever I say you; my heart on,

My mind gone and could never feel the sun,

Choose it as a love proposal from me to you;

And accept it as a letter written with jingle,


During the time on volcano; I'm not leaving,

During the storm; I will be waiting,

By the time of end of world; I will still be waiting,

This is what I meant to do; not a blabbering,


You're the rays that's penetrating into the tin heart,

I was soliloquizing of how you enter in,

Angles of my heart; had been seale',

Your power of love penetrate in,


You're the string to my guitar,

And I will study you as aerodynamic lyrics,

Write the melodious voice of yours in stanza,

And place it at a side of my kidney to conjugates,


The first breeze that flew to my eyes in the morning;

Usually came with tranquility and individuality,

At that instance, I felt the absence of your arming;

Alludes to it that it may be a signal to your present,


That's why I which to choose a endearment name for you;

I will call you with names that nimble you,

Then I will call you; Mi Amor, Mi Vidal, Habeebty or El carino

This few messages I could afford because the invisible ink I'm using it's shivering rigorously.



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Al Hassan Yunus
Tuesday 11 July 2023

Agony

In agony I live

In pain I mute

Meddlers came to have a share

Without their knowledge of knowing my fair face

Life became twiste'

In the face of agonist lane

Pull out the conundrum onto the plane

And seer boomerangs out lane

Without any dissolve in the agonist life.



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Al Hassan Yunus
Monday 10 July 2023

Schmooze Lifecycle


{ SONNET 


Lo! Lo! Over the moon I soliloquize, 

Giving up for the misfortunes of future—

Haying on top of the sun,

To mettle this lonely unprotected organ.

I'm a professional product of devastation,

I soliloquize of how to exo out of the agony—

Yet! I'm still embedded in it,

Whereas, this wasn't the life I craved for.

Why is that I'm only indulge in loneliness?

Why is it that I lose thing easily with full consideration?

Isn't he still up there to swipe off my tears?

Why everything assumed to overwhelmed me?

This isn't my lane of sailing through;

Whereas, maybe I'll have that in my soul to come.




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Al Hassan Yunus
Monday 10 July 2023

Schmooze Lifecycle

{ SONNET }


Lo! Lo! Over the moon I soliloquize, 

Giving up for the misfortunes of future—

Haying on top of the sun,

To mettle this lonely unprotected organ.

I'm a professional product of devastation,

I soliloquize of how to exo out of the agony—

Yet! I'm still embedded in it,

Whereas, this wasn't the life I craved for.

Why is that I'm only indulge in loneliness?

Why is it that I lose thing easily with full consideration?

Isn't he still up there to swipe off my tears?

Why everything assumed to overwhelmed me?

This isn't my lane of sailing through;

Whereas, maybe I'll have that in my soul to come.




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