Short Recurred Poems

A big bang has occurred
The boogie of creation recurred!

On a cord in a womb, 
Life revolves around it-
Or a lover’s tomb,
The mourner rotates around it.

This gyre spins from habit
It’s a design without wit.
My tongue wags profanities?
Then explain your inanities!

If love is not a gain,
Then, why its loss a pain?...

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I see what’s to come
But it’s black and white
Though I can’t predict colors
You’ll see that I’m right

I’ve had my eyes open
While circling the sun
Made note of the changes
And how things are done

Eyes fixed on the patterns
And sequence of events
It began with a system
And recurred, ever since

I’d choose to be blind
If given a choice
But can’t travel time
Demanding a voice...

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