Deja Vu

I have tried writing a sort of sequel/different point of view for one of my poems – Dark Angel

If you have not read it before, Please do so @ http://manasa-ahamvritti.blogspot.in/2012/05/blood-on-my-hands-stain-on-soul.html

Comments/Compliments/criticism most welcome

PART – 2

Have you ever felt the chills in your spine?

When the night seems darker and sinister

When somebody whispers “you are mine”

You turn around, search in vain for the invisible caller

When you walk faster, increasing your pace

When you jump at every rustle of leaves

Your heart thumps loud, almost beckoning him

Your throat goes mute, when all you want is to scream

When your shadow seems to crawl towards you

When the familiar eyes try to deceit you

When you want to cry but freeze due to fear

When you can do nothing but wait for the jeer

The feeling of Déjà vu enveloping you

It all comes so true, just like you knew

Or so you think, waiting for something

Trying to think clear, your mind not heeding

What was it that you were running away from?

Confused senses, is it for real or a dream

You pray hard, that you will wake up any second

And wonder if you are wrong, when the voice again beckons