Sharon Eappen

  Back in the days when I was a young lad, a neighbour I had quite good and glad. A neighbour he was but more of a stranger because all we did was smile whenever we met each other. And I had secretly named him Orlando for his real name did I know not.   And one day when I was sitting on the lawns looking at the reddish sunset, a post I received telling me it was from my uncle who lived in another country. Excited as I was to receive it, I took one last view of the sun beautifully taking its night's dip into the clouds and ran to Orlando for I knew he'd read it to me. But his reply did stun me. " Neighbour, O neighbour, I cannot read it. " " Why ?" I asked, surprised, as I knew he was a kind man. " This thing ", he said pointing to the mail, " is sealed ."   So I went home and unsealed it- a work easier said than done and went to him the first thing the next morning. I then asked him to read it with a great amount of eagerness in...

I was born suicidal. Hang in there. Don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those people with cuts all over my body trying to earn sympathy for what I am. I'm just trying to write something about myself, something I've never dared to write down or talk about. So please bear with me if you can. I was born suicidal. Writing it down itself makes me form a lump in my throat - it isn't something I'd like to read or easily admit. It's usually something I like to stay away from pretending like it doesn't exist, locking it safe somewhere at the the back of the collection of my childhood memories where I wouldn't want to remember that I thought differently about death. As a kid, I thought everyone just wanted to die. No really, every single person just wanted to die. I still remember when I was probably 3 (may be 5) I was watching a cartoon where a character was trying to save his life and like the questioning child I always was I remember asking my dad rep...

T here is humour and sarcasm And between a person who understands it and doesn't, There is a kinda chasm But I know these four lines don't very well explain them. So here I continue, I continue the poem I hope it doesn't fade away like foam, I love humour sarcasm and satire But some people get so offended, probably even about to retire. So to you, let this sink These words may make you for a few moments stare and blink, That sarcasm in its proper context would only make you think And between the sarcasm that mocks and the sarcasm that makes you think - there is hardly any link!