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...
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
I enjoyed reading this piece, it speaks of lost love and emotions, a yearning to never let go even though reality is different from a dream. Greetings to you.
ReplyDeleteThat is so sweet!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds sad. They couldn't be together it seems.
ReplyDeleteSo sad... didn't expect the twist in the end :-(
ReplyDeleteExcellent image of love lost. Anita i am happy you dropped in at my Sunday Standard today
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
It seems that good stares are forever.
ReplyDelete"The fault in our stares" is a very clever play on words for the popular book title. I was taken with the romance of this ... until the last lines left me gasping and wanting to know the rest of the story.
ReplyDeleteA touching scene
ReplyDeleteA story of unrequited love... maybe that's the best kind in a way.
ReplyDeleteSuch romance, to end so sadly. But how wonderful while it was happening.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and incredibly stirring.. I sang along with the songs!!
ReplyDeleteI did not see the ending coming at all!
ReplyDeleteThis delightful love story is so beautiful but I wanted it bigger, longer with more detail as there is so much more to tell.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem, liked the ending.
ReplyDeleteA love story with a tragic end:(
ReplyDeleteKitna cute post hai...its a bit sad but so cute nonetheless..lovedit
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Goodness, gracious, that was a surprise ending! You had me sucked right in.
ReplyDeleteLovely song with a tragic twist in the end. Good one.
ReplyDeleteYou are absolutely right :)
DeleteLovely story with a tragic end. Good One :-)
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