The Fault In Our Stares

There were a lot of intentional stares & stolen glances.
As next-door-neighbours, we had plenty of chances.

His room's window overlooked mine.
This two-sided love-story seemed just fine!

He loved to stand & stare, & I did the same too.
Why we indulged in this love-sports we had no clue.

"Mere saamne waali khidki mein ek chand ka tukda rehta hai"-
He sang this Hindi movie song without fail almost everyday.

"A piece of the moon resides in the window in front of me."
I felt like a movie-star as he sang love-songs faithfully.

They said it must have been because of the fault in our stares,
On our respective walls, our photographs stare with glares.

"Zara tasveer se tu nikal ke samne aa", he's blunt.
"Please emerge out of the picture & come in front."

No one can hear our songs, smell our scent or see us revel together.
We died 7 years ago; now our pasty photos stare at each other...

Also linking with Three Word Wednesday

Judge Me Not

Don't judge me by my attire or my looks,
Or on my choice of food, movies or books!
Judging minus authority; has poor accuracy.
There's a kaleidoscopic me that you can't see...

You don't know the reason I have behaved such;
Why to you my word or sentence appears "too much"?
If you or your loved one had said or acted the same,
Things would be absolutely fine & you'd be game!