siddharth singh.

siddharth singh. Poems

I came into this world
there wasn't a celebration,
there was no cradle to swing
i was just damned to starvation.

How long will you
keep me longing like this.
I shall ignite a fire in you
and sway you away

There she was,
wrapped up in a pretty french gown.
Her glistening pair of eyes shining bright
were dazzling like the moonlight.

Now and then when i look at you,
All the love seems to be true.
Now and then when i see you smile,
I am distanced from my grieves by a mile.

Discontented heart and a restless soul,
unaware i was of my goals.

Alcohol, cocaine, hashish and grass

Clusters of cloud
surrounded me like a mist of haze.
The lush green hills
were breathtakingly beautiful to gaze.

Such are the ways of heart
It keeps a lot hidden
yet yearns for the forbidden.

The moment you saw me
I knew you were hooked.
I knew by your sighs
and by the way you looked.

As you grow up in this world,
the facts and stories that were untold slowly unfold.
You are forced to bear a lot of pain
and you just can't complain.


When a cloudy sunday entices you with it's invitation.
When the clouds wait for a trigger to pour their hearts down.
When the dry land lusts for the first drops of rain
to seep inside it and quench it's thirst.

A fire is blazing inside me,
while it's so calm outside.
There are things i want to do.
I want to stop the water from flowing.


Succinct and incisive, he said its over.
Struck by lightning, she fell on her knees.
Delusioned and distressed,
stared at him walking away.

Like smoky clouds wandering in the sky,
I long for you without letting out a cry.
Devoured by lust i crave for you,
My lust for you is what you despise,

Once there was a girl,
Her eyes were dreamy and blue,
Lips shone with a luscious red like hue.
What it takes to win her heart,

siddharth singh. Biography

Born on the 30th of August 1974, Siddharth Singh graduated in science from Maharaja’s college, Jaipur in 1996. Currently working as the director, Gentle Footcare (p) Ltd, a company engaged in footwear manufacturing. His first memories of having written something notable and original dates back to when he was 17. Dream, Greed and World On Fire are the poems he wrote then. Ayn Rand happens to be the greatest influence and inspiration for him ever since he first read her on his father’s suggestion when he was 19. He is a patient, hardworking and an extremely confident person. A die hard Amitabh Bachchan fan, he is a man of dignity and ability. He can write beautifully on any given topic, a versatile poet whose poems depict the depth of his emotions. The usage of words in his poems is such that one can actually visualise them. A brilliant man and a delightful conversationalist. His gift of simple romantic story telling in verse makes his poems a pleasure to read. A perfectionist to the core, he was totally oblivious to the fact that he could actually write well, for a long time. I was actually surprised to know that my friend, Siddharth was so talented and had a flair for writing. His poem, “Melting of Morals” happens to be a personal favourite of mine. RUCHI PODDAR.)

The Best Poem Of siddharth singh.

A Rag Picker.

I came into this world
there wasn't a celebration,
there was no cradle to swing
i was just damned to starvation.

Never did i go to school,
never could i play a game.
Was only destined to bear
the enduring pain.

Half a pant covered me
be it the searing summers,
or i be shivering in the
cold winter's rain.

Grew up on the streets
became a rag picker.
That tag stuck to me
more like a bad sticker.

I went to work each day
embedded in anguish.
from their cars they
resented me
like cheap rubbish.

Once there was a crime
the police thought was mine.
I was beaten up with disdain,
I was literally being slain,
yet not a single eye
looked away in shame.

I kept crying, and pleaded
sir please, it's not me, it's not me
but no one was willing to see.

When he was caught
they just left me to be,
the rag picker i that
always shall be.

I cleared for them
their garbage but
no one patted me
and not a soul cried.
Not a soul came to me
asking me why?

I was just a rag picker
born to die.
Clearing all their garbage
there would lie.

' copyright 2009 siddharth singh.'

siddharth singh. Comments

Samantha Cassidy 18 March 2010

i would give u a score 100/10 your poems let me think its like writing a book you think carefully about the words u pick and int pick out random words u inspire me a lot with my poetry tnx a lot.

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Ruchi Poddar 21 July 2009

ur poem now and then is awesome. it deserves a 10++ * 10++. u write beautifully. lucky to have a talented friend like u.

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Anjali Sinha 19 July 2009

Hey Sidd, I hope you know that your my favourite poet love anjali

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Anjali Sinha 18 July 2009

S mart I ntelligent D aring D reamer H onest A dmirable R emarkable T actful H earty S uper I nnovative N onchalant G racious H ilarious hey Siddharth, your simply a wonderful writer. I love all your writings from day one, theres a lot of sincerity in all what you try to portray. Wonderful and keep writing like this. This is what I felt about you love anjali

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Rishi Poddar 11 July 2009

now and then would be my favourite but i recommed you to write in urdu and hindi as well as i feel readers like us can understand the intensity of poetry in the mentioned favourite hariwansh rai bacchan's 'madhushala'.

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