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slippery, unclean
and i can't scratch i wont!


professional perfect happy

figured out -

this specific culture controls
unfavorably, unfitting
escape i , i...

a plane can take me away from monotony
new eyes,
tongues and bodies
no new humanity
all of humanity
is one
each individual struggles
with the sameness of their own soul
their biases, weaknesses
do I learn from them?
seek new experiences and hope to grow?
does anyone really grow and change
does my willingness to ask display immaturity and childish behaviors?


i want to sing on my roof naked when the sun comes up
and goes down
and go down
and go down
and go down
on my boss
in public
in private

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Busy Cafeteria

This is a cozy wicker basket,
made for resting businessmen.
Nearby, there is putting to be done;
that is, if one can set aside
their sense of absurdity.
Sun is allowed entry from above
and it makes things warmer here.
The trees that someone planted
are happy and content in tiled boxes
and laugh as the storms outside
fail to ruffle their leaves.
They are granted drink and cover
and return the gesture with clean air
that gets recycled by the hustle
and busy-bodied patrons.
The atmosphere is thicker here,
but only with the approach of transaction.
Those passing through, who aren't here
to clean, are here to push further.
With every success, a new venture,
undertaken in the name of progress -
but not before getting a bite to eat.

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Break Room Cloud

Afternoon comes rolling in off the wake of the morning commute.
We've settled in some hours before and will settle out to move.
I find myself in the company of a pretty, older soul,
and divining her amidst the cues, so subtle and controlled.
She gives me words and smiles with a radiating glow
that has a certain presence and a voice that's all its own.
Her expression and the looks she cast will softly reign on down
a judgment of the me and mine and the way I wear my frown.
My worth debated, my looks accounted, my sights and sounds alike
may put her off or fascinate, or simply be decried.
But all the matter is the moment of which we chose to share,
and after lunch, we won't know much, but it's enough for us to bear.

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A few notes On Hernia Symposium

An interesting day has drawn to an end

Still confused, how a surgeon can mend

A simple hernia, an enigma so basic

Even google offers thousand solutions on a click

Devices,  plugs, or a simple stitch for umbilicus

Or just put a mesh to avoid the fuss

TEPPS, TAPS, the age old Leichenstein

Thank you all that suits me fine

Tailor according to your needs

Remember, the patients’ wishes supersede

Formulas, filaments, fibres and complex jargon

The search for the ideal mesh goes on

There is no dearth to what we can achieve

Only if the powers (mangers) above us believe

Thank you Ethicon for “the future of hernia repair”

Was discussed, debated and laid bare

Now we go on our separate ways

What we learnt, we pass to others I pray

Shehzad Latif


(composed during lunch break)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Recently attended a hernia symposium. At the end of the conference i summed it up in verse. Everyone loved it. Hope you enjoy it too.

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A Goal

With only a stone

This dwelling began

One on top of another

Working day after day

The end always in mind

The result is guaranteed

Given time


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Mundane(Hamster Wheel)

Thought For Food

this day will never end

i wish it never began

i wish yesterday

evening never came

i wish i woke sunday morning

i wish i was still carrying on

saturday night, late

i wish it was four p.m. on friday

the words on the screen are drousy

my spirit is mondane

my head is lazy

my heart found the exit

but i'm still here

i wish i never arrived

i wish i was sick

or at least retired

i wish i woke sunday morning

i wish i was still carrying on

saturday night, late

i wish it was four p.m. on friday

i cannot wait till tuesday

so i can wait for wednesday

twenty four hours twice more

and i cannot wait for the weekend

i'm ready to rush in

i'm ready to rush out

don't absorb anything

soak in alcohol

it keeps me preserved(as i'm getting older)

they keep me observed(on my hamster wheel)

i feign commitment(like i did to my dreams)

i've been committed

to a place where you forget the meaning of living

to a place where you forget the meaning of living

my hamster wheel is losing the last of it's color

i can't move anymore, i'm rusting

this cannot be the circle of life

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Impact of Ballistics

The weight of leverage within our modern civilization, while left unchecked, has been known to disrupt our logical ideals at unfortunate high-speeds.

With the need for recovery and repair drastic in number, the score of casualties continue to mound as they rise, dragged and fatigued, from a cursed dissolution.

Armor fused with ambition and admiration has proved to buckle, to cinder while the opposition has spent countless efforts to maintain the fires of its Scorched Earth Tactics.

The masterful penstroke crafted from towers high above has set forth the waves of pestilence that fog the air.

Set to digest all hope, engulf Dawn's dashing light which may provide guidance towards self-fulfillment.

A path for some, unpaved, a path for most unseen.

Stricken from high above, by a lance that rips through, words that cut off the knees leaving a critical wound open for all to see.

Left with little time to mend, with the battle still unsung

against words that harm, words that kill.

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The Last Freedom

2007-2009 Poems

Wake up at 6am,

At work at half-past seven.

It is morning and yet the sunbeams

Crash itself unsuccessfully

To the thick gloom of thoughts.


Open the damn green notebook !

You know it will be a busy day.

Design how to keep sane in an ABCDEC world.

In bullet form.

Try. Think.

Try. Do. Think. Try some more.

Do. Cry. Die. Think. Do some more.

You envy the dog of your neighbor

Who can roll over and play dead.

But this is not you!

In the beginning,

This is not me.

Unbounded by time,

Undefeated by pressure,

Uncharacterized, unruled

By norms of the changing world.


I love.

I love my work.

Love my work.

My work.

Where was “I”?

And I still love my work.

If it is my Romeo

I shall say, “It’s not you, it’s me.”

I don’t need a new job.

I need a new perspective.

I've forgotten who I am.

I’ve been near-sighted.

What used to be colorful, endless world,

Has become a 6x4 meter cubicle of routines

And grey towers of correspondence.

Try. Think.

Try. Do. Choose. Stand. LIVE.

Live. Learn. Love. Laugh. And laugh some more.

At the fall of night, life isn’t about proving oneself

…or beating deadlines.

Call of responsibilities.

Yes, it’s there and will always be.

There is no such thing as “Yay! I’m done!”

They’ll keep on coming even after I am gone.

If I’ll do it anyway, I need with it- momentous breakaway.

Demands of life are unlimited,

And I am a rare supply.

Life comes but only once, dare to dare.

Take chance of the gift of the last freedom-

Every sunrise, life is about owning every bit of it.

Live. Learn. Love. Laugh. And laugh some more.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

27Mar08-Was inspired to write again by pieces of sudden thoughts while sitting on the toilet after work. harhar...-jerlin

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My Heaven's Law

"My Heaven's Law"   2 - 17 - 2008 8am

with all these words can you see what i believe

that this life's too great to wanna leave

we got our ruts and our joint negativities

but we nhave organizations and social activities

but corporations and jobs take the heart away

they hollow the family and lead ideals astray

with pretty wrappings and holidays year-round

we've lost ourselves by the yen, dollar and pound

when i look into your eyes and you speak without words

i can imagine how your tongue can pick-up the slack with its reserves

but you've never held back and you're running out of pfft'ing

one day i'll make you cry and you'll know why i'm dorking

the trust is not blind and i know i talk too much

but your words always fall-short form the effects of your touch

one day i nearly die, a thousand deaths in my head since

and all i've ever reveled in has been held in a moment's bliss

but you make it last surrealily long

and i think i made-up that word wrong

you know i'm the King of Corn

and my own words are newly-born

why can't the world believe in what i see

there's so much distrust in our current society

but we can make a change with our massive communication

but it doesn't have to be held within the borders of a nation

if we can fight for our rights by Hobbes, Roussaue and Locke

then why do we say, "ohwell" and just live out the gridning-clock

i'm tired of hearing the tick and dreading the tock

i'm tired of hearing infallible "truths" from my boss

if compassion can lead us to end an animal's suffering

yet binds us in our own by morals and legal justicing

why kind of example are we leading by?

it's hypocrisy and i'll tell you why:

i'm a hypocrite, the Greatest Teacher of All

they all told me that if i Failed I'd Fall

they said i was smart but i wasn't applying

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