Welcome to the most challenging job
on earth - the automotive repair mechanic
Trouble- shoot uncertainty
...
@ World tallest tower overlooking the 7-star hotel
Strange for having guts
...
Watch out!
Can't control the mind and
Classic pen
We're both running
...
Befriending of your enemy's enemy
is like a holding-hands-while-walking along
post-war meadow filled with
un-defused undetected landmines
...
@Dragon Mart, International City
From this scribbling pen to blue-line paper
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There's no talent as hidden
that you've been hiding -
a talent that you hide
is an ability that you possess
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Are you a dreamer?
ask my subconcious mind.
Yes, I am, even the men of success
they are still dreaming too
...
Once we're such an empty vessel
forcibly pushed out by recession tide
except for yacht-handful crews
as tourists in cruise abide
...
If laughter is the best medicine,
how come my grandpa was declared
DOA (dead on arrival) ,
...
When I speak of I me my mine
I really mean you
Whose life story is as
Challenging as mine
...
Think of nothing
When
Nothing to
Think of
...
Pen is running as
spark as think
(that's why I hate cluttering typing)
hard to chase its
...
Object proliferation
is a sick
and no panacea to cure
this urban sickness
...
this ain't a mere poetry this is journey....... in this so-called life AB POLITICAL SCIENCE MPA-1 '' you cannot edit with what is within'' - rmdmarchan dubai)
2009...Boy Auto Mechanic
Welcome to the most challenging job
on earth - the automotive repair mechanic
Trouble- shoot uncertainty
Sipping fume of gasoline, diesel alike
Resurrecting oil dipstick, checking leak
marching pistons, drumming valves
Loose compressions complaining alternately
aggressive as the coup' d etat army
hot as the bomb shell inside
the black-blooded engine womb,
ready to explode
I can hear all their complains
The sucking and sobbing
I am here beneath rotten under chassis
and in my veins, in my bones, i feel it!
The grumbling alternator
The murmuring crankshaft
Leaking oil seeping down to my face
Under tight volts are shaking
Irking to my box wrench
seems demanding to quit
My feet flashing half with sunlight
Few white dusts all rushing inside
Still I lie down like death
Clinging handy mechanical tools as if the
Busiest on-the-job mechanic on earth
And nobody's questioning
this hidden technique
Even my expert boss
who feels self-pity
as Ive risen up and bathed in grease