Saturday, February 16, 2013

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.

8 comments:

  1. Lovely! I loved every bit of this poem.... it made me nostalgic :)

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    1. I'm so glad you could connect to it. This is the best form of appreciation. =]

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  2. May these drapes of faith keep you draped gracefully forever. Nice thoughts penned well, Vinati!

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  3. "NARRATE ME THE WORDS...THOSE WERE PENNED..UNDER THE FEBRUARY SUN"
    Only a genius can come up with such simple yet truly poetic line!

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    1. Eeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!! Dhanyavaad. ^.^

      Saw you here after really loooong. *Grumpy face*

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