The evening sky

The sun sets,
Slowly dissolving and melting,
Letting the moon to replace,
It's place and shine.

The day is over,
The night begins,
The birds fly,
Back to their chicks,
And dwelling faraway.

The skies are no longer blue,
It's orange sometimes,
It's violet sometimes,
And suddenly turns completely dark.

The stars begin to shine,
The weather is calm,
Pleasant and serene,
With momentary breeze.

Krishna's Meera

To the world,

she was someone's wife,

she was someone's daughter,

she was Rajput royal,

but to her,

she was only Krishna's Meera

She was a child,

naive and curious,

asked her mother,

"who will be my groom?",

her mother smiled,

pointing at Krishna's idol,

saying, "he's the one"

Little did her mother knew,

what she said as a jest,

would be  taken seriously,

her daughter's love,

grew leaps and bound,

as years passed by

Precious gems,

Sparkling ornaments,

Elegant clothes,

nothing attracted her,

more than Lord's name

Every day,

Every minute,

Every second,

she was immersed

in Krishna's name

She was tested,

every walks of her life,

Her in laws conspired,

to execute her,

but nothing stopped her,

from being Krishna's Meera