The Jerusalemic platy households-
The gigantic bungalow,
In the middle of a plural city
Staring at monumental poverty-
Stricken huts,
whose dying glowing through cracks
Pecked from eggs of darkness
The drank yolks of discord.
A house to which underly
A di-nozzled doorway-
A larger and thinner one,
Entered the divide humanity
Through the mono-eyed,
Pyramid gate.
The narrow gate congested
As the thicker one vomit fire
Congenital dances of the tongue,
of-
Material surrounded kings
In the royal platters.
The house whose rooftops
Meant with innocent souls
Spirits ghosts of contestants-
Painted by and blood coated.
A bungalow whose narrow age
surfaces and the bases-
Came down on the average
Of the contestant incumbency.
I love the good
I love the fair job
I love the civilized
I love the belief of truth
But, I don't love to do these by myself!
How daring hypocrite I'm!
-December 13, 2018 Chattogram
That satanic streak
of tireless undressing
of a hapless monarch.
Wings were gone. Cannot fly
across the tree
of hypocricy.
A footmat for the suicidal jump
from the elegant hierarchy
to grainy lies.
Why are you turning ungreen ?
You will dig up the temple
without god ?
Satish Verma
i wash my body,
my hair,
my face.
because i know what litters my mind.
that im perverted, and lazy.
that i gossip too much,
using beauty for destruction.
manipulating those around me, to do what i say,
because i want it.
i wash my clothes, because those smells cant be mine.
i shouldnt be able to recognize drugs and cologne.
i shouldnt have to cry, and try to sort out what has happened.
i brush my teeth, and crawl into bed,
because thats what they do in stories,
thats what the innocent do.
i try not to cry into my pillow,
because i know it will be soggy and wet and cold.
i open the window to let fresh air in,
but the room in which i sleep is still stocked,
with smoke, and music, and tears, and sick laughter.
nothing could wash away my sins, of what i have done.
no tears,
no soap,
no blood of the lamb.
i refuse to be washed in holy water,
jesus' tears,
a churches hypocricy.
i refuse to do anything else so fake.
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