Deja Vu - By Samyuktha Saravanan

A fleeting glance a memory’s echo

A subtle chance a moment ago.

A puzzle piece a missing part

A moment frozen a work of art.

A whisper from the past a familiar scene

Déjà vu a timeless dream.

At times we’re all set at times we’re adrift. At times we’re all in at times we’re weary. At times life feels so vibrant at times it feels too desolate to feel anything at all. At times friends and family come at times friends and relatives vanish.At times emotions surge… at times we’re overwhelmed by the emotional past.

Yet through it all there was one constant companion moving seamlessly through with me…

You can call it words into sentences and thus into poems… but I call it the rhythm of my soul.

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