Naughty Clouds

 

Woke up to rolling clouds,

Pouring thunderstorms,

Evoking desire to curl up,

Provoke me not, I say.

Work day calls aloud,

Broke the chain, yes I did,

Forth to the office, I go ahead.

Do your work, I do mine,

Don’t you say this to the clouds,

For that’s what they did—

Got me drenched, naughty clouds.

Roguish, aren’t you? I say.

Now I'm home, long day it was

As I prepare for tomorrow 

Looking up I see the calm clouds

Doing the same, soaking up more 

Don't you dare, I say!

-Grace Piradhiba, Atlanta

April 28, 2026.

Women's Day - March 8, 2026

Of Romance and Routine - Poem

 

Title: Of Romance and Routine

He wished every moment

To be with her.

Every such moment

Was life for him—

Just the presence,

Nothing more.

Wedding brought them together.

Years pass by...

Life now asks its share,

She wants to keep the fair.

She sees him in the kitchen,

Finds something to do there—

Peel onions, do dishes, boil water.

She sees him folding clothes;

There are many, so she joins.

She sees him in the yard;

She goes to pick some weeds,

And take more pictures.

She sees him and joins.

But

He leaves that to her,

Finds something else.

Of course there is much to do.

She feels, speaks, tries—

In vain.

- Grace Piradhiba