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