Inder Bhasin Singh

P&P Poem

The Drum

In an empty sky
We are spinning alone
to the beat of a drum.

The drum sounds the rain
Disturbs the air,
Into wind, into clouds.
Transforms its waves
into bright particles of light.

A blade of grass glistening
in the morning light.
Leaves gently swaying 
across an empty sky

What is this magical world 
In which we stir
In the half light of dawn
huddling close to hear
the soft beat 
of each other's heart ?

Who sounds the drum ?
And why this particular beat ? 

Inder Bhasin Singh

P&P Poem

Awakening

The morning uncoils like a sleeping spiral
The world spins like a top again
Everything invades my mind
The story of life
The untold future
The sound of passing cars
speeding to the fast rhythm
of a whirling planet.

And then everything stops for a moment
In this moment we exist forever
You lying half awake in bed 
Me standing by the window 
A sense of wonder overcomes me
I want to float through a blue sky
hand in hand with you. 

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