Poem:18-4-2014

Rubaiyat!

Déjà vu

Passing lines of villas in blue

One open red door, déjà vu

When and why did I last come here?

The courtyard where gnarled trees grew

A sun kissed bench, I had sat there

Colours and scents were everywhere

Limestone walls, paints that peel and flake

Walk on dry leaves and loose all care

I hear the dulcimers’ faint shake

Echo through the vast rooms and make

Me linger next, near the fountain

Each droplet, a memory break

When can I go back once again?

I keep coming back to regain

An elusive idea, a pain

And relive it more, once again

Lalarukh Lasharie

The Lines