Pinch of Déjà vu

That very month all over again
That almost same feeling, again

Those memories in a flashback
Reliving, as if happening tonight

The same talks all over again
That same drill, the pattern, again

That same fragrance from the rainy July
A Repeat on a summer evening, again

Felt complete on a working day
After a long time
For the missing piece was in place

Just like old days, a picture perfect
Nothing more nothing less

Another small brunch as always
Provided evidence, but ensured
To add a toast, again

Then came the time to say it again
At the crossroads, turned opposite again

Can't put in perspective, words betray me
But it did leave that pinch, all over again

-SR.

A New Day

A new hope, A new day
New Sun is on the way

Wait was long, very long
End is bitter sweet, to carry on

Something to hold upon, steady and strong
Some new arsenal, to keep the fight on

With each dying hope
I urged for a new dawn

With each setback
Digged in it deep, to move on

Self doubt increased with every passing hour
Ride was becoming bumpy even in a turnaround

The fall seemed eminent, anytime now
Big task it was, to ditch the landing somehow

With each throttle to launch
Countless bruises, which turned to battle scars now

As the curtain falls, with thumbs up across the hall
Time it is to pause and celebrate the journey uptil now

For the new battle shall begin, on A New Battleground
With the New hope on this New Day
I hope that The New Sun will show the way

-SR.

PS: Pawn To E4

A Quiet Place

Surrounded by deaf ears, I am
Lonely in the crowd, I feel

No one around to listen
Neither to talk or shout out loud

Have I become too rhetorical
Question I ask to me, daily

Searching for random heads
Just to pour it out

Or scribble my inner turmoil
On this little platform

Too much gets saturated
As hardly things come out

Difficult it becomes sometimes
But that's what it is
Even if I want or do not.

-SR.