Aryan Singh's World

Data Science, Statistics, ML, Deep Learning

Let the light in

This poem is a dedication to all the people who want to let go of the lazy slumber and inhibitions to embrace their dreams.

Laying in hibernation in the cold hard days
Dreaming about the rainbows of the happy days
Heart’s so lost that the rhythm’s like a blues song
Sinking, surging life’s waves, just sauntering along

In harmony are the haze and ice
Hope plays hide and seek in a sporadic disguise
The more I dig the buried hatchet of the memory trench
My senses are aghast with that longing stench

Forever I can’t lie to the burning soul
Got to drag the body from the lazy haul
Open the drapes to embrace the gifts of surprise
Let the light in to a new sunrise…

Sprinkles

Sometimes a dish is not perfect until it is sprinkled with a bit of spice. Similarly a sprinkle of gratitude and small gestures of love make the dish of life tastier than ever.

Memories have a life of their own,
Some get conceived at the moments of utter joy,
Others are sad like a little still born boy,
Yet immortal, yet indelible post the initial ahoy.

Swiping someone off their feet,
With unannounced arrivals and rhapsodic beat.
Tears of joy with a soothing hug,
A gift out of nowhere is hard to shrug.

Candlelit evenings in the arms of a lake,
A filling of love in the surprise cake.
A soup with a smile for the healing touch,
Long drives through the rain when there’s nothing much.

Because life is a flow of emotional streams,
Merging at a juncture in the end of the one act scenes.
So why not create a piggy bank of smiles,
Open it up to cherish the memory lane through the last mile.

The Orange Moon

The Sun struggles for the whole day to meet back with the horizon once it rises out of it. Whereas an orange moon occurs when the Moon is very close to the horizon and they(sun, moon, horizon) finally meet. Similarly sometimes we struggle in life until we think of someone far away with whom we will meet when our descend towards the horizon begins.

Several feet away yet i can hear your heartbeat,
Incense across space and time like the sweetest smell of orchid leaves,
I feel that smile on my silly jokes,
Serene as the dampness of the misty oaks.

Boundaries of light years yet your voice brightens my life,
Giving wings to my heart’s wishes like a million fireflies,
The sounds of my songs in the karaoke bars,
You are the asteroid of my universe brighter than a million stars.

On my run across the garden you’re the stead behind my step,
The chats with the old baker about your favourite crepe,
Remember you by with each whiff of air I breathe,
Hugging the cushions, and your fragrance in my sheets.

When I see the sky my love reflects even more,
As beautiful as your eyes on seeing me at the door,
I am the sun’s hope of meeting the horizon’s gaze,
You are the orange moon shining back my longing rays.

Killing Them Softly

I walk into the world of virulent wolves with nothing but mischief under my sleeve,
What to others is a tumultuous ravine, for me its a premonition to redeem.

They surround, they slander, laying cobwebs for the adversary to concede
Little do they know of the forlorn games I won, neither of the weapon that I conceal.

To their fire I am the ice, to their darkness I am the morning sunrise,
Their constant shenanigans are just fuel to my patience pyre.

Mad I am from in to out but method to the madness is what’s on my priors,
No matter wolves are growling to scare, insecurities gallore in their vain stare.

I am ready for the battle with the ominous device,
Some call it chortle, others laughter, some chuckle, while others smile.

It is this what puts their minds through the turnstile,
Why go hard when killing them softly is so worthwhile.