Category: Poems

Humor, In real life, Poems

Oh, you happy-go-lucky beings!

No runways for them. They just look around and take off, and in a jiffy, they reach their destinations. It could be on a tree or on the top of a building. Their job is done as soon as they contact their fellow-beings over “cellphone” hidden somewhere in their beaks. You too can guess what …

Facts and Fiction, Groningen, Netherlands, P U Krishnan, Poems

I know not which way I must look…

As you step out of the house, you get a warm welcome (the bone chilling winds at times notwithstanding). The trees which invite you stand in a row, maintaining equidistance between them. You can rest assured of a couple of other things, a pond and those doves and ducks of all sizes. You just forget …

Facts and Fiction, Humor, In real life, Issues in India, Ooty, P U Krishnan, People, Philosophy, Poems, Short Stories, Tellicherry

When opportunities knock at your door…

A police officer and a couple of constables ‘marched’ into a reputed shop. Was it a raid or just a visit for shopping? I wondered. It was immaterial but I followed them to have a close look at the officer. My intention was to verify whether they were actually from the neighboring state [A  casual …

Aliens, Facts and Fiction, Ooty, P U Krishnan, People, Philosophy, Poems, Short Stories, Travel

Of moons and planets

“She walks in beauty… like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies…” Amateur sky gazers create such immortal lines. Their affairs with Sun, Moon or Stars come in handy when they recollect emotions in tranquility. It is a riot of colors when the Sun announces its arrival in the morning or takes leave in …

Domestic, Facts and Fiction, Humor, In real life, Issues in India, Ooty, P U Krishnan, People, Philosophy, Poems, Short Stories, Travel

Long Stories!

“Puzhakkara! The same old small village on the banks of a river. The inhabitants have merged with modern civilization but not so, their village. Small houses surrounded by palm trees. Wonderful”, Revi said to himself, rather sarcastically. “Did you say something?” Pushpa, his wife asked. “Oh, no. I was just thinking of that beautiful village”. …

Aliens, Ooty, Poems

A Bilateral Issue

“You disobedient little ones, We elders speak our bitter experience They are powerful, they are cruel Don’t cross the barriers, Don’t cross the barriers We din into your ears time and again” “No. You didn’t say so. Instead, you repeated Parrot-like… ‘Once bitten twice shy; once…” The little ones said. “There was a race between …