Clouds

I'm a windless cloud, stuck in the desert so proud, 

a thousand eyes stare at me, so were we destined to be. 

I was sent to wet and drench, but I flood them into a trench, 

a trench of joy and wisdom, in a desert of studies' boredom.

Four years since it had started, teaching this innocent cute dumbhead, 

understanding how her eyes speak, how her words into the worlds seek, 

to be my such sincere student, Oh how I wish she wasn't, 

for loving her is my obsession, someone get me this concession.

All the day a river flows, up and down as it goes,

it sees the cons and glows, life and death all it knows, 

your name nature, your form god, 

you bless me happier, you fill the heart.

A dream holiday

The sky is clear and painted azure, clouds are scattered and the bliss is pure. 

The sun is shining like a red ruby, into the perfect gold it was set to be. 

The white sands are exquisitely carved, by the bristles of wind the sun starved. 

The blue waters cool from the sea, would dance in waves in front of me. 

Into the dark teak woods is my bar, tending is the man with the sharp old scar. 

In the parking, standing alone is my bike, Oh!! That exhaust, the music I like. 

The Palm umbrella gives me the shade, as into the sands my time does fade. 

Chilled beer cans that would never end, and joints of hash in the right blend. 

Not a sound but the nature's song, all day long and all night long. 

I lie thinking on and on then, oh then go pause the Big Ben. 

I want every such thought to drain, I want to clean my fizzy brain. 

I'd wait for that forever long weekend, when my life would be relightened.