Biography of Aaron Haralsingh
There's not much to say except that I'm relatively young and my poems are inspired by life experiences and influenced by my passions. Some of my poems were written when i was just 15 or so and my 'genre' so to speak has moved from depressing love stories to upliftment, spirituality and passion for success in life.
This is mainly due to my maturity through the years and how i have developed as an individual.
I study Medicine and poetry is still very much a passion of mine. I am into literature. I love to write and analyse literary works. I also like Philosophy and i have made a resolve to become a better person spiritually.
I believe that God is my centre and i revolve around Him and i am under His influence and command. I live my life as He commands it. As such, i aspire to get into the medical field to reach out to people and lend a helping hand in improving out health and social structures. I am an avid humanitarian.
I am into alot of charity-work. I feel compelled to donate, to support those things which are for good causes. I hope to be an active member of the Rotaract and later on in life, in Rotary.
I have big dreams. I am highly inspired and a purpose-driven individual. I want to be that change in the world that I want to see. I want to not just do great things, but inspire others to do great things. I want to touch the lives of everyone i meet and everyone who can hear my message.
I have love for you all!
Aaron Haralsingh Poems
Love In Construction
At the site every day, Mixing, stirring my clay, In the heat of the sun, Adding white sand by the ton,
Rise To Greatness Through God (Rap)
We're not too fly, cus we do levitation, Float around in da air, put a spin on da situation, Uh, I'm feelin tired of the ground's confinement, Jump into tha night, out the stars in alignment,
Train-Wreck Of My Mind
I see the tumultuous train-wreck of my mind, Not hit from in front, nor from behind, My intentions derailed, turned on its sides, As I search each cabin to find where truth hides,
All the letters these men send, Arrives on Blackbird’s wings, Trapped in a battlefield, Where Hell’s Death Angel sings…
Looking up toward the sky, to see nothing, But a few large, black, stern-beaked, Our Ravens. Below, a crumbling earth,
Land Of Hope
In this land you can fall, But someone is there to hear your call, And in this land, your mind may be bruised, You may be depressed, you may be confused,
What You Are (Rap)
Covered in red, clad with rose petals, She’s golden and priceless like precious metals, And if she wears a gem, she’ll outclass it, Jewels think she’s the girl they would get a pass with,
Stripped of all, even oral intention, A young slave sits, lonely, As he should be, The branding scars of his body,
Morning Breaks By The River Bank
The sun-kissed horizon squints the viewing eye, As the brown waters tickle the muddy mangrove shores, Side-stepping baby crabs pour out of hiding, And the Ibis and stalk patrol the beaches with their slender beaks,
Who Is The Killer?
The sun brims over the horizon, Its yellowing glow illuminating the carpets, But they have already left, The black body lunges forth,
I sit alone, out in the cold, Armed to the teeth, fearless and bold, Shutting my eyelids to stop and pray, “God guide me, show me the way”
Who Is The Killer?
The sun brims over the horizon,
Its yellowing glow illuminating the carpets,
But they have already left,
The black body lunges forth,
Scraping with its nails,
Kicking its feet wildly,
Its blood-shot eyes dilated,
Its hot, dry mouth agape,