Drapes of Faith.

I sneak in

The drapes of faith

Veiling with elegance

The delicate hints of our breaths

Come, talk to me here

The sadness of yesterday

And ugly marks of the past

Entomb them

With that mischief

Glimmering in your eyes.

Talk to me

Over a cup of tea

All day long,

And all night too

Within the drapes of faith

Where I sneaked in.

Speak of those amber evenings

Laced with innocence and joy

When we laughed

Carelessly on the swings,

Of the gorgeous rain

When you told me I look beautiful,

Of the pink-orange notebook

And the picture of you

Safely stored

Narrate me the thoughts of Rumi

That poem which I adore

The one,

Which brought tears along.

Narrate me the words

Those were penned

Under the February sun

Fill crevices

With the moments, the desires

Which are secretly fading,

With the forgotten love

Like the love of color lavender,

Of the smell of dampened old places

And of those crazy, random songs.

Then again, for one more time

Talk to me,

Over a cup of tea

Within the drapes of faith

Where we sneaked in.