Melbin Parappallil Interview!

Good grief, is it really the end of September?

That can’t possibly be right.

Well, it’s a Monday, and that means it’s time for another Author Interview! Today we have a talented poet, Melbin Parappallil, who is here to share some of his time. Let’s not waste any more!

Melbin Parappallil is an Indian writer from Idukki District, Kerala. He has attained his University first degree from Holy Cross College of Management & Technology in English and University second degree from JPM Arts & Science College in English. 10 SELECTED POEMS is a collection of poetry, he chose to write and has written them by taking the subject matter from day-to-day life, which he hopes will help the reader to visualize it too. He has only made a humble touch towards a few subjects that may not be recognized throughout and has made an effort to enlighten people about a few things that won’t change, even as years pass away. The book is, in fact, the product of his experiences. He has recorded what he has seen, witnessed, read, and heard.

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

 When I reached grade 11, I had a strong desire to contribute something most valuable to society and hence I started writing.

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

 I used to have a keen observation around and tried to pick up themes and topics even from day to day life but sometimes I run my eyes over google and YouTube to trace more details.

What do you think makes a good story?

A good story should have a good beginning, content, ending, characters, style of language, presentation, and so on.  A writer has to take his readers along with the story it deals. Everything should be perfect to be known as a successful story within a short period.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

I have written five books so far but have published only two books. The latest book 10  SELECTED POEMS, I really love a lot.

What does your family think of your writing?

They are not very supportive but I keep on writing more to educate society or make a change.

When did you write your first book and how old were you?

The first book THIS IS HISTORY was written & published in 2019 when I was just 25.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Just engaged in watching television and loves talking to unseen people over social media.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

Even a writer can write a book without a writing background why can’t I. Everything is possible.

Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

They love reading my books a lot. They used to share reviews and hence I am improving a lot.

Does writing energize or exhaust you?

Writing always energizes me a lot. I am not a public figure or something most focused hence this is the only way I can talk to the public and educate them.

What are common traps for aspiring writers?

Editing, design works, publishing, marketing, etc.

Do you try more to be original or deliver to readers what they want?

Yes, I always try more to be original and realistic. I don’t want to pick up themes that are away from reality.

How can your readers connect with you?

I am on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter, and I’d love to hear from them!


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I’ve heard enough! I’m in with his Poetry volume!

Thank you very much! It’s been a pleasure to have you here.

But wait, there’s more!

Keep reading for one of Melbin’s poems:

Endless Travelling

Blue-eyed mermaid swims deep under the water Gives out oxygen just like scuba divers masks Excavates the hidden treasure when never known Moves in between huge mountains and dead pits

Why you are in search of our life history? Am afraid to take a shower on the sea and take a rest You search me and upload pics on social media Quoting a beautiful bride from the sea for me

Bridges filled up with unmoving colourful waterfalls Scattered here and there in search of me for finding Went deep beneath and when risen, pictures taken How unlucky to have my life here!

Tail directs me ahead; curly hair confuses me Sharks and whales chase me when my blood pours Move quickly to safeguard my child mermaid Search for sand castles to hide her so soon

Swim deep in the muddy water like an alligator Jumps like a heavy blue whale in the water Twists and turns as great magicians perform Tricks to be attracted with fake love

Rose up after underwater swimming for hours A tired Octopus caught me, I escaped from his desire Dreamt but he left me when seen another Throws me and declare her a prostitute

Carried out works to get the love from him Moves ahead to avoid my presence What harm to frame in a low-class family? Ruined my life as a commodity for the lifelong

Electrified nets and enchanting words you showered Spoke against me, now I am helpless None to reveal the truth is a prostitute Cried a lot like a stupid child for misuses

Knows a new life here with me, fatherless Walked the streets to make her grow up Men raped me again and again for a joke Whom shall I complain too? Let me die soon

Sheltered in the corner of her house when darkened Arrives and picks me up with black cover You called me; I don’t dare; am a virgin Tried a lot but my babe is still in shock

Flaming eyes stared me and declared “PROSTITUTE” Cries and cries for my sake but do dare my truth Walked along my farmlands A pretty butterfly flies up when you talk

Castles of marriage, children shaped my dream, always Worthless; everything is worthless now Doubted the castles whether made of playing cards or sand Washed away like a landslide or thunderstorm

Spoke against when searching currencies Echoes the daughter of the prostitute She came to ask me. “What’s a prostitute? I wept all night through, showing happiness all day

Opened the book; revealed me Magdalene Clarified and felt something received A call ‘come in the room no: 100’; waiting Feared what might she think of it?

Waitressed till the light falls on her bright eyes Stares at me; questions, “Why we went there in number 100?” A low voice declared; for getting your currencies

She stood up; replied “Can I join too?” No answer from my heart; no words could be heard Repeated “no way at all” with less focus Shifts from the corner to have a new life

He declared; “I could fall in love with her.” Why is he less focused on me? “Want to spend the night with me under the stars?” Sees and hears my faulty deeds

Carried guns to ruin those body lovers Make them aware; am a woman; a simple woman What gonna happen if his ma’am is a prostitute? Celebrations, but;

Known as a prostitute; he cancelled everything Send her far away to secure her future Earned a lot and had real castles Can’t visit my share; but still in my heart

Called her we talk all night Once picked up; she asked, “When will you be here?” I replied after half an hour “sure; soon.” Dreams will be destructed if I am there

How happy they remain in love -life? Flowed water reminded me; it’s life His children won’t see me again Ashamed to have a life here

It’s time to go Well dressed in white gown as she wished Took more time to be showered Knelt in front of Her with a sinful heart

Stood and read the book for a while Spoke “You are my child” I dedicated myself and sent my share Drank a glass of cold tea after the preparations

Sat in my armchair as I see the world Shut my eyes within a short period of time It pained me a lot coming closer Am still happy to have a look at Him

Remembered all about Him and the resurrection Doubted where shall I go? Heaven /Abyss My eyes frozen I stood motionless When He was taken away for final judgment


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