They lied to us about hell. It isn't a pit of fire-it's a stack of unpaid bills on the kitchen counter and a 6:00 a.m. alarm.
In his second poetry collection, following The Two Thousand Miles View, Vishesh strips away the grand, dramatic illusions of suffering. The Bureaucracy of Hell is an unapologetic look at the quiet, everyday grind of survival. It is about the fluorescent-lit waiting rooms of life, the weight of the Monday morning commute, and the slow, boring paperwork of simply existing.
Written for everyone who is just trying to pay the rent, these poems are the receipts from a transaction with a world that constantly demands more. Vishesh captures the exhaustion of the working class, the ghosts of past loves, and the cynical comfort of bad habits. From staring out the window of a packed GO train to the bitter realization of a bad investment, the verses hit like a cold, honest truth at the end of a long shift.
"It isn't the grand suffering of a tragedy; it is the slow, boring paperwork of survival."
There is no grand salvation or spiritual awakening here. Instead, this collection offers a gritty look in the mirror, an embrace of the mundane, and a dark laugh at the odds.
Welcome to the office. Take a ticket. The line moves slow.