Biography of siddharth singh.
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.
siddharth singh. Poems
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.
There she was, wrapped up in a pretty french gown. Her glistening pair of eyes shining bright were dazzling like the moonlight.
How long will you keep me longing like this. I shall ignite a fire in you and sway you away
Now And Then.
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.
Lust For Life
Discontented heart and a restless soul, unaware i was of my goals. Alcohol, cocaine, hashish and grass
It Ain'T A Poem - 1.
Clusters of cloud surrounded me like a mist of haze. The lush green hills were breathtakingly beautiful to gaze.
Melting Of Morals.
Such are the ways of heart It keeps a lot hidden yet yearns for the forbidden.
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.
The moment you saw me I knew you were hooked. I knew by your sighs and by the way you looked.
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.
World On Fire.
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.
Now Is The Time.
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,
Succinct and incisive, he said its over. Struck by lightning, she fell on her knees. Delusioned and distressed, stared at him walking away.
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,
Now Is The Time.
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,
but that's what i feel and i cannot disguise.
I have seen it in your eyes,
I have heard it in your sighs.
Carnal desires are no sin,
for when i touch you,