Nights and Mornings :)

As this moon descends,

my thoughts once again near,

those endearing nights.

Those nights ,

when moon was a post man,

and I was a poet.

While I wrote

my heart beats down,

it dropped them

in your heart.

Those nights,

When I was buried,

in your stargazes,

and my love toyed,

with those hour glasses.

Flipping them over

never mattered to me.

As the morning rays

fill this night glass again.

I wish those

old mornings are back.

Those mornings,

when my alarm clock,

spoke your voice,

and my bed tea,

had your warmth.

When in morning walks,

I searched your traces,

in settled dew drops,

with my silly verses.

But then I would always

get lost somewhere ,

in between those days and nights.

As this night leaves,

and morning smiles,

I wish time stops again,

like it usually did.