Poem : Mask

I teach you physics
And you teach me chemistry.
We also discuss some other things
While sitting in that corner of the library.

Its been more than an year
Since we are teaching each other
While maintaining a distance- never getting very near
In that not so lonely corner.

Under the table, where no can see
My feet touch your feet.
Its always starts like this
And then there is rise in the heat.

Skin touching skin,
And then more skin touching more skin,
We head towards something,
Knowing that there will be a limit.

Limits weren’t set either by you,
Or by me.
And like two contented beings,
We thank the limits set by the library.

And suddenly you stand up in a way
That you will never come to the library again.
You always come next day,
And sit on the same place and in the same way.

We say things for the sake of saying
And show that we are listening.
But in our heads, something else is going on,
Wondering- till when this mask will be on.

They are the two different beings
Under the table.
We are two different beings
Above the table.

Together we never laughed,
We exchanged smiles which were fake.
Couple of times we laughed,
And both of us know that it was also fake.

We never looked in each other eyes,
May be because of some fears.
Fear that we might break the dignity
And end our silent commitment to each other.

-Jas Mandia

Poem : untitled

All I was able to see
Were the legs of her
While sipping my coffee
In that coffee shop near the river.

The legs were bare
Till the knees
I was fixes with the chair
Sipping my sour coffee.

The black silk skirt, she was wearing,
And her crossed legs making it more tempting.
Started a reaction inside my body,
While I was sipping that sour coffee.

The deformed calf muscle of one leg,
Pressed against the other leg’s knee,
And the blood was rushing all inside my body.
Surely, it wasn’t just because of the coffee.

Because of the column,
I couldn’t see her completely.
Anyway, Legs were more than enough
To praise her while sipping my sour coffee.

I could had a full glance
Just half a step – all I should be moving
And might have taken my chance,
Only after finishing my sour coffee.

And for the last time, I looked at those legs,
As she stood up.
I could have talked to her,
But, there was still some coffee left in the cup

And finally she walked towards the dark.
I adore her legs, hips,
And the elegance with which she walks;
While slowly enjoying the last 2 sips.

And with that beauty,
I almost got laid.
And that sour just-warm coffee
- the best I ever had.

I thank the goddess
For that wonderful coffee.
Raising my hand I said,
“Can I have one more please?”

-Jas Mandia

PS- Please suggest me with some titles for this poem.

Poem: An awful way to spend your life

An awful way of spend your life

Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.
Tuesday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.
Wednesday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.
Thursday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.
Friday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.
Saturday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.
Sunday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.
Believing in any of the above lines, is an awful way to live your life.

-Jasdeep Mandia