I see you.

I see you,
Like I see life,
Very beautiful,
And refreshing.
Like the flower of the morning,
With dew drops on it,
Like the first ray of light,
And the first drop of rain.
I see life,
Like I see you with me,
Till the end of the sight,
Holding my hand,
And walking with me.
sometimes crying,
Sometimes laughing,
But together always,
Sharing Joy and pain.
I see you,
Like I see myself in your eyes,
And then I see,
You and me,
Playing a game where no one lose,
Everywhere there is happiness in that lane.

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 Kundan Vidyarthyy. 

The blank call: A poem

whenever I hold my phone,
My fingers starts dialing a number,
Without waiting for me to tell it,
As it knows its doing,
And when fingers hit the green button,
Ears attract the phone like a strong magnet,
And hands has no control over it,
May be it want to hear the ring tone,
Or it doesns want to miss any fraction of your voice,
And at the same time heart starts racing,
Ringing continues and racing too,
And then comes a sweet voice,
Like the drop of water in thirst,
Like the snowfall in the hot summer,
Like everything in a lonely world,
But then I forget to respond everytime,
Or I never wanted too I guess,
Just to hear the heartbeat of her voice,
And then I looses it,
A click and the connection ends,
Still I smile,
Coz at least I heard her.
   Kundan vidyarthy