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May 25 · 65
LIFE-O-ROFL
The universe makes random jokes 
Like, to know me is a curse 
My personalities make it worse.

The introvert in me is ugly painted with gloomy clouds, stalking demons in the alley loves to mourn as a firstborn sick With numb eyes flick,
tears don't exist anymore.

The extrovert in me is silly painted with colours people never been seen, his smile is flawless and always wander around clueless about why he smiles.

The **** in me is a song or people like to call it wrong, a yearlong gong he writes 'lol' in people's wall with a fluffy cloud inside his brain, 
it reads tetrahydrocannabinol, 
notorious for his vocabulary,
can **** with an epistolary.

The Dib is a broken rib, spoon-feed bib 
He writes out of syllabus with sketchy nib,
runs in a solo trip his life says 'rofl'.

©sarcasticbong
A introspect.
May 17 · 207
RANT-O-SAINT
I carried dead bodies inside my head,
Walking through the narrow thoughts people look confused at the attire of truth,
Flesh covered with white odours numbness trying to sneak around
Mournful cries cried aloud in a loop
The question was asked, lost into imagination and never answered. 

'Clutched river banks, fire no thanks'.
Tykes barking live nine trying to save Hat of hierarchy, fueling the odds so-called frauds.

Days are counted by numb bodies fleet 
Should I laugh or cry like the undead realm.
'I am not a manic don't be panic, you must be galvanic, a thought bad bot'.

These after images crashes lashes eyes popped flashes, do you mind looking around what you see?

This is what I do stitch pain with blood smudged hands, and smile like it's a good day.

©sarcasticbong
Thank you if you are reading this, people nearly forget to read.
Apr 15 · 39
GOD OF UNKNOWN
Recipe for making a ****
"The God of Unknown"

Ingredients:
× Half a dozen of personalities 
× A spoonful of Unknown questions 
× 2/3 of darkness from Svalbard
× A Jar full of pain from the rain
× A whole book of poetries called Unlove
× Freshly hand-picked Metaphors
× A pinch of verses dipped in curses 

Even before starting the recipe, it could intoxicate you, to be safe until the end be patience and forget you have a heart to love.

Procedure:

Heat the cast iron pan on high flames,
Pour the pain boil it until you see bubbles,
then drop one by one all the personalities stir it well on low flames,
an ebullient aroma will start to fill the room
Now add a spoonful of Unknown questions, Questions that have souls attached to them be careful they might jump over you.
Now take the book cut through the pages,
book of poetries in a zig-zag pattern,
like the wrist of a lover who wrote poetries to hate her but couldn't Unlove her,
Now turn the flames to high and add 2/3 of the darkness from Svalbard an Ingredient that keeps the balance of the entity, stir until everything has been mixed well
Take a pinch of verses dipped in curses toss the pan and sprinkle the magic portion, an Ingredient that makes ripple in the timeline of every multiverse to relive the moments,
Finally, Garnish with freshly hand-picked Metaphors only for the ones persistence for the worthiness.

Eureka 
Your, **** has been created.

©sarcasticbong
Aug 2020 · 60
MORAL COMPASS
Dibyendu Sarkar Aug 2020
Dennis the Menace
Turning light, burning berries
Sharing stories of the fairies
Calling its lore,
did you found them on
the fallen shore.
No, they were written on papyrus
By the centuries-old Cytomegalovirus.
Crack-heads smoking ***, vivid imaginations are they moral compass.

Bang! Skip to the future
Reaper deeper leader neither speaker
Vocal sounds like a viper
My words **** like a ******
Hideaway from the truth
Put on your shady glasses of confute.
©SARCASTICBONG
They don't get, its their fate.
Jul 2020 · 97
Be that life
Dibyendu Sarkar Jul 2020
Flying with death
Keeping all the faith
We pass by Andromeda
Mysteries around us
Parallel time running behind us

I asked, what was life?
Was it about just living?
Was it about keep walking to the end ?
Was it all a lie?
Or it was just a stupid simulation?

'were you religious'?
I believed in me
Never bad mouth about others
May have hurt some people
Without my knowledge
I regret that, but I was human right?
We make mistake, it's a process to learn.

I asked again, what was life?
'wake up, I'm leaving you with time'.
It was just a dream, there is no after life
Ask for forgiveness, help other
Love unconditional
Be that life.

©sarcasticbong
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2020
I'm ******* beyond repair
Birds flying in pairs
Sky
Blue
Yellow
Green

This lock down making me maniacal
On the edge of the night hearing satanical
Crushed herbs calling out my name
Fluppy clouds again over my head
Burning rage beneath the rib cage.
Image
Engage
Backstage

Trapped in a loop of bootstrap paradox
I never created this ,yet sill exists.

Pass in on imagination wearing off.

©sarcasticbong
Qurentine *****
Jun 2020 · 437
LITTLE MAN
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2020
Laughing little man
With no sense at all
Mysteries in his pocket 
Breaking, Building 
Cosmos apart. 

Laughing little man 
Friends with noman 
Meaningless, stringless 
I haven't changed at all 
Flashing images of the past
Broken apart so many times.

Laughing little man
Turn your head 
Moment of attention 
Laying on the lane

Don't you remember ? 
Laughing little man 

Forget, upset, reset. 

©sarcasticbong
You forget me huh!
Jun 2020 · 181
POET
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2020
I'm glad, you left me lingering 

In this beautiful misery

You know it's was hard hitting living with someone's old memories so I burned those pages of life. 

Took a small vacation at a beach 

Drank a little, wrote a lot

Maybe will write a book 

Perhaps make you the villain. 

Love you are the muse of a dark poet 

You are going to live a enternal life 

Of agonizing pain through the words. 

I loved, I fought made way towards you and you turned the ship. 

©sarcasticbong
Just the low of 3 at night.
Jun 2020 · 198
CLAIRVOYANCE
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2020
Song of **** 
Things got wrong 
Black dark sky 
Landed on D2371. 

This void soul 
Dark matter shatter
Who are you?
A question perhaps 

Trapped in screenshot 
Living in simulation 
Talk of town
Who's this sarcasticbong? 

Dumb dumb 
Looking for show
It's hidden flow
Blinded earthlings go. 

Multiple parallel riff 
Colours popping gif
Can't you niff 
Awake your clairvoyance. 
Narrate your story
Mock theosist lore
So called influencer 
Hide your favorites 
Blame to others 
Boycott with hastags
Real is bluff 
Everything good, me 
Everything bad, you 
Rhyming with tagline 
Someone tagged you. 

fyoo-cher 

haz-bin

kom-pruh-mahyzd. 

©sarcasticbong
Depressed Gen.
Jun 2019 · 219
Numb
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2019
It's all numb out here love 
Numb body's laying around blood smudged 
Calling it a feast for the wolves who lost their way. 
They lied you they aren't lost, they ran away from the pack of powerful ones, scaredy-cats. 

If you are done here, 
let me move I had this ache for a love pill, 
don't judge things weren't easy you left I didn't 

They gave me more depression, confusion, paranoia, anxiety so I can never really remember you see they loved me. 

Yes, I'm so addicted to this toxic love that have intertwined with my mind and soul, 

don't do that 

don't watch me like you know how it feels. 

Wait,
I can feel my tears raising up through my heart to eyes,

but how I can't cry 

I forgot how to

can you teach me again just like the old times. 
Breaking me a million times 
and don't worry I'm weak now 
my addiction won't make you my priority.
Jun 2019 · 307
Broken
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2019
Little wicked man over the moon 
Smiling like he knows it all 

On a Summer night Wispering my name 
Drawing lines over my heart insane 

His deep dark eyes scars over his face 
Like a broken story is about to die 

Trapped me beneath his ribcage
Like he wants me to feel his rage 

I speak, 
we are same aren't we
broken us
broken people
broken promises 
broken stars 

Smiling at me he said, he knows it all.
Jun 2019 · 126
I'm a man
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2019
I'm a man who is not alive,
Yet I could speak like one.
I'm a man who still breath,
Yet my heart doesn't beats.
I'm a man with a smile on face,
Which probably never fades,
I'm a Man who can cry a day long,
Yet my eyes aren't wet like a rainy day.
I'm a man who can fly high they say,
Yet I don't have wings they lied.
I'm a man who lost in the sea,
Yet I don't need a shore to survive.
I'm a man who has sleepless nights,
Yet see my eyes they aren't tired.
I'm a man of love,
Yet I don't have one.
Jun 2019 · 204
Urge
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2019
I always have this urge of losing myself 
And I keep on thinking what would happen if all my thoughts were put on a backyard sale 
Will someone buy it? 
Or just ignore such devastated and ruined thoughts. 

It's too late to be forever together 
My thoughts speak evil about your existence 
Those little demons under my bed are terrified 
They don't want you around me anymore. 

Let me loose for a while hear the birds singing 
Lay on the grass let the sun burn my face in the morning hour gold rush, try to understand this complex words i wrote for a devil.
Jun 2019 · 145
High on emotions.
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2019
Flying monkey in the sky
Clapping legs pulling sight 
Shining shadow beaming light 
Drowning sea is that right 
Talking mind lips so dry
Spinning, spinning 

Are you all right? 
Yes, this tiny crushed leaves 
playing games in my head  
They speak different languages 
They make no sense 
My words jump over the wall
Fluffy clouds over my skin

Focus, focus 
Straight, straight 
Closing eyes, closing eyes 

I can still hear colour popping 
Mind murmuring leaving tail
Laughing me so amusing 
Pixilated visions 
Blank.
Sep 2018 · 283
BURNED MEMORIES
Dibyendu Sarkar Sep 2018
I sat with the pictures
in my hand
that once loved me
memories started to burn
under my skin
I rolled the paper took the
longest line in one breath
Eyes red
am i still alive
dose the stars still shine
why the heaven doesn't have
rainbows all over
earthlings are still walking
on the lane of my dreadful past

I'm tired
I'm still alive
will burn again
for now i
closed my eyes.
Tell me would you burn with me?
Oct 2017 · 117
WILD
Dibyendu Sarkar Oct 2017
Let's run away
into the wild
with our little love
where you can be
any flower you want to be
and i will be your soil to grow.

©sarcasticbong
Dibyendu Sarkar Oct 2017
I have to tell you something. 

It's not the first time, 
I have slit my wrist with my favourite knife, watch it spill over the bathtub, and then covered it up with the stickers from my collection. 

It's not the first time, 
I have tried to jump off from the 9th floor of that abandoned building near our playground but the guard always caught me, maybe I need to find a new building.

It's not the first time, 
Love had knocked my door even before 
It was bright at first and then it went to be dark and darker, it made tears rolled down somewhere beneath the skin, heart have cried and cried no one could see it. 

©sarcasticbong
Oct 2017 · 263
THRICE
Dibyendu Sarkar Oct 2017
I was loved thrice
The first time it happened, it left me with a broken heart taught lessons worth to learn for the one or many more to come,
Made me forgot my own reflection and left with a pair of small words 'you will get someone better than me' has been on loop in my head since then.

I was loved thrice
The second time it walked in the lane, it promised to never leave the home, it tried to fix lost pieces of the broken heart, and gave hope of a new moon, but then left with a more complexed pieces of broken heart and bones to survive in a sky with no stars.

I was loved thrice
The third time it came with a crown, no words were exchanged it made all those love songs meant something again, taught me to stand with those broken bones, talks were never ending and time took a break of it's work.

...and like that I was loved thrice but fell in love once.

©sarcasticbong
Dibyendu Sarkar Oct 2017
I would go blank fall in dark,
Would fight with your God every single day,
Try to sleep in the bed covered with thrones.

Starve until the stomach eat itself,
Stare until all the stars fall apart,
Cry until eyes bleed to death,

Try out evey drug that makes me believe you  still exists,
If things doesn't work baby Don't worry,
I would try to **** myself multiple times,
Maybe finally **** myself and be with you.

©sarcasticbong
Aug 2017 · 323
I CRIED
Dibyendu Sarkar Aug 2017
I cried and cried through out my path every single story that touch my heart, wrap around a wave of emotions they sat with me to narrate their unread fictions. 

I walk and walk till the wall where all the numb body's lying around blood smudged, cut through the heart 
they sat with me to narrate their heartache.

I sat by them
I sat by them all and i could feel their pain is mine, tears rolled down the cheeks burning my heart lifeless.

©sarcasticbong
I feel everyone's pain.
Jul 2017 · 177
UnsungScript (DIARY)
Dibyendu Sarkar Jul 2017
Dear,
Diary
I'm Sorry for that night,
when the stars screamed and fall apart,
I burned you into ashes,
I wanted her memories to burn,
not you.
All those poems, proses
I had inked of her beauty.
Her eyes that made me vulnerable.
Her voice that took me to dreamland,
Are into ashes now, with you.
You would dissolve into air.
Maybe reborn inside me,
And give me a sweet sleep of her memories.  

©sarcasticbong
Jul 2017 · 137
3 AM
Dibyendu Sarkar Jul 2017
When the clock strike at 3.00 am,
Get yourself a glass of red wine,
Get your sword, ink it.

Bear in mind the heartache,
Fight throughout the pages.

Let the writer in you win,
Let her die in your poem.
Create your own time line,
Where you aren't ripped off.

©sarcasticbong
Jul 2017 · 198
PEACEFUL BED
Dibyendu Sarkar Jul 2017
Long back ago
I survived the human race
So here i lay on my peaceful bed.
My neighbours are quite polite
and no false pretences.
They live by their own,
No words are uttered,
only burning candles flickers.
I wish for a new moon light scared of the sky bleeding black.
Nights runs with rhyming of darkness,
The celestial chills keep me numb,
Crops sleep throughout the day long
My family arrives on weekends for a sneak peak, they bring flowers for a dead men's sake.

©sarcasticbong
Jun 2017 · 112
I'm a man
Dibyendu Sarkar Jun 2017
I'm a man who is not alive,
Yet I could speak like one.
I'm a man who still breath,
Yet my heart doesn't beats.
I'm a man with a smile on face,
Which probably never fades,
I'm a Man who can cry a day long,
Yet my eyes aren't wet like a rainy day.
I'm a man who can fly high they say,
Yet I don't have wings they lied.
I'm a man who lost in the sea,
Yet I don't need a shore to survive.
I'm a man who has sleepless nights,
Yet see my eyes they aren't tired.
I'm a man of love,
Yet I don't have one.
©sarcasticbong
May 2017 · 114
REVERSE
Dibyendu Sarkar May 2017
Be mine dusk to dawn,
Yes! You heard it right.
I'm averse to sun alike humans to me,
I had a ache in my soul it's deep and dark,
Time has no effect on me, you can see no grey.
Summer has no hold on me,
Winter makes me stronger.
Lie never fly around me,
Truth is what I hide.

You call me a monster but I insist call me Dracula.
©sarcasticbong
May 2017 · 420
HAVEN'T MOVED ON
Dibyendu Sarkar May 2017
It's 3 a.m
My eyes aren't tried ,
I was deep into your thoughts that I became vulnerable to read.
I wanted to tell all the possible stuff you ever wondered about me.
I tried to seek solace in you,
You were in the dark,
How could I believe you?
I can't just believe a voice.
So I started to make you through my imagination and you know what happened,
The picture I made was of her,
...and then it said, you haven't moved on baby.
©sarcasticbong
May 2017 · 160
WRITER
Dibyendu Sarkar May 2017
I can write the happiest story,
I can write a sad one too,
I'm a writer, sometimes I fake and create the imaginary world around me.
Don't get too much attached to me,
I have nothing to give you,
More than a happy ending in my imaginary world.

©sarcasticbong
May 2017 · 94
21st June
Dibyendu Sarkar May 2017
He cried and cried swallowed the pain
Eyes red with his dreadful fate
He picked the phone dialed mumbling  some digits, a beautiful 'hello' all he could hear to bear, tears rolled down the cheeks he could only say, can't you take your memories with you. 

©sarcasticbong

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