'Used To'

Every morning
My sight still catches the same view of your attending spot
Where you used to wish yourself ‘Good morning’ when I enter into your pupil
Where I used to punish myself in ‘Sweet mourning’ when you leave from my pupil
Some platonic moments, some waiting and some invitation used to slowly heat up the sun

Every afternoon
My guess still debate between couple of evergreen places
Where the tree shades used to spread the spectrum of love
Or where the souls used to soothe in oneness of dove
Some owned-memories of the day used to push the sun to the other side of the world


Every evening
My heart still spills over the aroma of your deep intense affection
Where I used to pack some painted clouds and rainbows on the way home
Where I used to kiss the night away on the thoughts of your name
Some momentous times and some fictitious dreams used to smile under the roof of moon


Now ‘used to’ is an illusion
Now ‘used to’ is an emotion
Now ‘used to’ is an obsession