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  • pixiepav 21w

    Death

    Thought of Death demise and doom
    Leads our mind into gloom
    These words that we fear
    Can't we make them our dear?

    What thought agitates,
    Is not the death
    It's Pain before last breath,
    Haunts us most.
    It's fear to go alone,
    Haunts us most.
    It's the suffocation,
    Haunts us most.
    Death is indeed our dearest friend,
    Who makes our suffering absolute end.

  • pixiepav 22w

    A quiet summer afternoon

    It is a quiet summer afternoon. Mou is reading some old letters. The letters were written in childish handwriting. Many years have gone. These letters are still with her. These letters remind her of a time when India was going through tough situation. Mou was 7 year-old girl that time. She did not really understand severity of the situation. The word death which haunts grown up's mind, can not instill fear in innocent's mind. One of the letters has reminded her about a particular day. It was also a summer afternoon. Everyone was sleeping except Mou and Chocolate. Chocolate was a curious, little puppy. She was always ready to play with Mou. She looked eagerly at Mou and started wagging her tail. Her bright beady eyes always made Mou happy. During lockdown, she could not go out to play with her friends. Her mother did not allow her to play with her smartphone. Rather, she had gifted her comic books, toys and colours. Mou was not bored at all. Sometimes she climbed trees and watched kingfisher preying for fish in the pond. Sometimes, she and Chocolate swam in their pond. She also made a playhouse above a big tree . Her father helped her to make it. Chocolate also joined in their work. When they were making the playhouse , her mother drew a picture of her family. In the evening, Mou filled the image with colours. Then, her father hanged the picture in Mou's room. Thus, Mou's life was going on beautifully. But, she missed her friends. Though she could talk with her friends through video call, but, that was no fun at all. Suddenly, she got an idea. She had a remote control aeroplane. She ran into her room and drew a picture. It was a picture of Runu and Mou sitting on a tree branch. Chocolate looked at the drawing and appreciated in her own way.Runu was her best friend. Her house was seen from Mou's. Then she called Runu and asked her to come to the rooftop. Mou attached the drawing on to her aeroplane and sent it to Runu. Then Runu quickly wrote a letter and attached on to Mou's aeroplane. Thus, they spent the whole evening sending drawings and letters. On the next day, Mou thought why not sending letters to other friends too. But, everyone did not have toy aeroplane. She quickly went to rooftop with Chocolate. Then, she started shouting her every friends' name. One by one her every friend came to the rooftop. Mou suggested them to write letters, attach them with kites and fly the kites. That day, the sky looked wonderful with so many colourful kites and letters. Whenever, a kite fell on the rooftop Chocolate became excited. Then, Mou read the letter and Chocolate wagged her tail as if she wanted to know what was written. Now, Mou is a married woman. These letters always give her childish pleasure. She shows these letters to her kids and tells the story of that time. Mou's old friends are now busy in their lives and they live far away from Mou. Chocolate is also no more. But, all the beautiful days of her childhood still fresh and alive in Mou's memory.

  • pixiepav 22w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word short write-up on Guilty

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    Guilty is guiltless

  • pixiepav 22w

    Hope

    When you see cloud ,expecting rain..that is hope
    When you see a small bud , wanting it to bloom..that is hope
    When you see mountains and you desire to climb..that is hope
    When you see a bird and you want to fly..that is hope
    When dark shades cover us, still we want light..that is hope
    We are all made with tiny, bright hopes.
    ©pixiepav

  • pixiepav 22w

    A rainy morning

    Rain and sun are like hills and sea. Both have their own beauty. Both have their own charm. Oneday I woke up and the sky was dark. Dark is not always sad. Dark clouds are poet's muse or painter's inspiration. Have you enjoyed the sound of rain with some pokoras? Every rain drops look unworldly when they fall on green leaves. Have you noticed how earth smells before rain? Or have you read a story book in dim light during rain? Or have you laughed heartily with your lover in a cozy blanket in a cold rainy day? You know if you have not done this before then atleast try once. Amidst of gloomy cloudy life, this rain brings relief and memories.
    ©pixiepav

  • pixiepav 22w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word short tale on Burden

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    Sometimes past is a burden