The Dew

Flowers that bloom in the sunshine,

Look beautiful in the rain,

With dew that fell through the night,

Upon their leaves and petals.

The dew that falls, marks the presence,

Of someone who makes this world beautiful,

Of someone who likes to decorate,

The beautiful world he has made.

Core Idea of the Poem- 'Withering Leaves'

In our daily lives we do not value things. Their true value is realized when its time for them to leave us. Everyone loves the green young leaves, when our time is right, in our favor. On the other hand nobody likes the old withered leaves, but when its time for them to go, they seem the most precious to us.

When we have time, we consider them withering leaves, useless, garbage, we think we have our right on them. Like autumn goes, time slips, waits for no one.

And then we realize, this time is never going to return, just like the withering leaves of autumn, once taken away by the wind, will never return.

Withering Leaves

O withering leaves of autumn,

don't fly away come back to me.

I know, you won't return once gone,

and won't let me follow you

Haven't spent much time together,

I need more time to do so

O withering leaves of autumn,

don't fly away come back to me.

I know you have to go one day,

but the day would come so soon,

this, I did not know.

Come back to me, I love you dearly.

O hear, I plead you to do.

O withering leaves of autumn,

don't fly away come back to me.

O wind of power, of speed and cruel

leave my leaves, don't take them away.

Leave us for some more time, together.

I plead to you, let me collect

my withering leaves of autumn.

O withering leaves of autumn

don't fly away come back to me.

Like coarse grains of sand.

Slipped away my leaves.

Which, with love, had I treasured since days.

In a glimpse, disappeared,

to never come back again

O withering leaves of autumn

Alas! you'll never be back again.

Sherlock and Watson

Any mystery never left unsolved,

When Holmes is on the prowl

And Watson with Sherlock,

Certainly no mystery left unsolved.

May it be a grave murder,

Or a precious loss,

Things are recovered just as new,

And the accused behind bars.

However tricky the case be,

its solved within no time.

Any mystery never left unsolved

When Holmes is on the prowl.

Which of the following is your favorite novel?
 A Study In Scarlet
 The Sign of the Four
 The Hound of the Baskervilles
 The Valley of Fear
 Short stories(please mention in comments)

Solace

Carry away O mighty wave

Carry me away with you

Let me feel the silence

among the uproar of the mighty ocean


Among the turbulence

of clashing waves

of fighting waters

let me find the path to peace

You give way to the light of the Sun

Enlightens you, energizes you up.

You play, you dance, you clash

Deep down though its all still

You bask in the light of the moon

You shimmer, you glow

You follow the light

it helps you find your way

Let me travel with you,

Clash & dance & play & wander.

Still find my way

Among the noise, find solace...

Faith Within

The rising sun brings

a new day with it.

The clouds deter its way

The rain makes it delay

But the sun

never fails to spread it light.

Mighty mountains

fail to stop it

Gigantic waves pave

its path

And the sun

always shines bright.

You are the rising sun

you have the power within

The clouds, the rain

the ocean and mountain

May pose hurdles transiently

But surrender to the persistent

if you have the faith within.

Faith is a knowledge within the heart,
beyond the reach of proof
— Khalil Gibran

Friendship

Friendship is like

the bloom of a flower

In the beginning,

it has an internal bloom

In its maturity

its radiance rises eternally

Core Idea of the Poem

Just as a flower bud is small yet radiant, friendship is rosy in nature in the beginning.

As it matures, our friendship becomes more and more concrete, similar to the flower bloom.