I Write What I Want

Love of my life, It felt like you were here today, Gone tomorrow. However, the times we spent together were sweeter than Ferraros. I still remember the crazy things we used to do, Do you remember it too? From jumping into a lake, To learning how to bake. Felt like i would do anything for you. Now we're miles apart, Our lives look like classical art. Missing the days we spent as a pair. Hold on there, we should not despair. I will be waiting for you. Love of my life, It felt like you were here today, Gone tomorrow. However, the times we spent together were sweeter than Ferraro .  Love of my life, we will be free tomorrow.                                                                                                         ...

CORONA MADE ME DO IT Beep Beep Beep Beep! Goes “The alarm” that always sets off at 5:30am, the actual time I used to wake up almost 3 months ago. Nowadays I cannot even tell if the alarm still ringing or not, I think I just sleep through it. Literally when I wake up either it’s too hot or raining. But I love the silence that the night holds, I feel powerful like all my creative brain juices flow down my body and I feel electric. The time since lockdown started I wrote something each day let it be songs, music, poems or even blogs whatever made sense I did it. However never knowing who I was writing for which demotivated me a bit, but then I realized that I am not the only one who’s got bored during this “LOCKDOWN”. Writing songs, music, poems and blogs were ok but then I decided to take a bold step and started to go live on Instagram, which was scary at first but then I got the hang of it. Like I had fun meeting my friends having my brain all hooked up...

SILENCE (THE DEATH TRAP) People have been so attached to machines, They see human as one. Keeping someone unseen, Is where the problem had begun. The mind had reverted back to fifteen, Thinking how to outrun. By taking the path co lo ur ed in green , Will you forget what they have done? Did you forget what they have done? Forgetting about some things, Is best to do. However forgetting about the internal stings, Is a sin with no clue. Being silent is like a flu, It slowly kills you. It slowly kills you. -Aryan Singh   

I t ' s M e It's not always that I write when I am sad. I write to express emotions, Whether they may be good or bad. Writing gives me power to confuse people's mind. Giving them the freedom to think whatever they want, Just be kind. War is peace,  Such an irony. So i guess burning books was corny. Ohh, I got a bit off topic Mary. As again, I started talking about History. -Aryan Singh

The wind moves along the trees, making them alive. The birds have gone to sleep, after what they have survived. And i watch the starry night, by just closing my eyes. Everything is dark, except the stars that shine. Everything is dark, except the royal blood of mine. I don't want to wake up, but someday I have to open my eyes. I don't want to leave this place, to return to those dejected lives. I have seen the wonders of the world in broad day light. Still nothing can be compared to the gorgeous starry night of mine. Where the stars shine and my dreams come alive. -Aryan Singh