I am the one who knocks!
Locked in your prison no hope to escape, You should be hanged for committing childhood rape. You will never abscond the guilt you feel, life time of pain, wounds will never heal. Come from a good family, attended the best schools, met a young girl who you thought was cool. Girl so innocent, full of zeal, thought your concern for her was real. You invited her to your home, drank a little wine, started filling her head with old used lines. Asked for a dance, you started to grind, the fact she's ten escaped your mind. She told you to stop, when you tore off her top. You lost emotional control, she didn't stay alert, started ripping and tearing at her pretty skirt. Took her virginity and her dignity, along with her pride and propriety. Waiting to be sentenced, eyes full of tears, never been to jail, die with your own fears. Her tears tell her condition pretty well,You pig,deserve the Satan's hell!Vishal Koul
Feelings are morn and tears are wet, From a memory of pain lorn's beget's. One tender moment that once was, A perfect relationship that ended because. Of music so sweet from a lover's kiss, Being beside her is what I miss. My night is a moment of thought, Of feelings I've somehow brought. Whisper me a tune of love, For to night my heart float's above. Above the heaven's above my soul, For once love was my goal. Now I'm alone in sorrow's pit, Listening to thought as I sit Bleeding in pain swolling my pride, Because love for me has darkened and died!! Vishal Koul
Love your fucking life.Take pictures of everything.Tell people you love them.Talk to random strangers.Do things you're scared to do.Fuck it,because so many of us die and no one remembers shit we did.Take your life and make it the best story in the world.Don't waste that shit.
From the time I divedInto crazy new fadsTo the moments when I letPetty issues make me sadYou’ve been with meThrough it allAfter all of life’s fallsYou’ve helped me stand tallI know I don’t fit the billBut I deeply care about youAnd I always willDay in and day outI might have always beenVery nonchalant with youA little too laid-backAnd least bothered tooMy attitude may have suckedFor I never cared enoughI have given you anxietyAnd a time in your life, so toughIn the movie TransformersHad you got any acting timeYou would have beenNo one else but Optimus PrimeYou battle all oddsTo keep us goingSo we want to keepThe love flowing!Vishal Koul
I am not really single.I am dating myself.I take myself out to eat,I buy myself clothes.I love me!
His phone's screen flashed at 2 am which made him wake up with a smile.The notification read,"Mia Khalifa_GangbangFun.mp4Download complete".
The biggest lesson l've learnt this year isThat no one is really your friend or truly loves youUntil they have seen every dark shadow inside youAND STAYED
The Instinct Of Hope
The Instinct Of Hope
Is there another world for this frail dust To warm with life and be itself again? Something about me daily speaks there must, And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain? 'Tis nature's prophecy that such will be, And everything seems struggling to explain The close sealed volume of its mystery. Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace As seeming anxious of eternity, To meet that calm and find a resting place. E'en the small violet feels a future power And waits each year renewing blooms to bring, And surely man is no inferior flower To die unworthy of a second spring?Vishal Koul
One day you are going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance.She wont even notice you because she is too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes.And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing you are not the person anymore.And then it will finally hit you : It was her,it was always her.
There was strength in him and the weak won freely from it,There was an infinite pity, and hard hearts grew soft thereby,There was truth so unshrinking and starry-shining,Men read clear by its light and learned to scorn a lie.His were songs so full of a wholesome laughterThose whose courage was ashen found it once more aflame,His was a child-like faith and wandering feet were guided,His was a hope so joyous despair was put to shame.His was the delicate insight and his the poignant visionWhereby the world might learn what wine-lipped roses know,He builded a castle of dream and a palace of rainbow fancy,And the starved souls of his fellows lived in them and grew glad;And yet there were those who mocked the gifts of his generous giving,But he smiled and forgave them who deemed him wholly mad!Vishal Koul