Sunday, 4 August 2019

Signaturing my soul

I had a reputation to maintain
Being the most popular student
I was somewhat cocksure
About my power
Behind closed doors

But it was her
The woman I adored
As did others

Boys, ogled at her
Girls were impressed
While colleagues envied
The way she carried herself 
With sensual elegance

Her diaphanous layers
With sleeveless blouses
The way she tied her saree 
Below her waist
With a teasing glimspe, of her navel

She taught us Biology
And my raging libido
Learnt something else
I knew the boys were equally mesmerised

So when she called me into the teacher's room
On the pretext of discussing classroom matters
My heart was in my mouth

She was alone
Amongst a pile answers scripts
I took a chair opposite to her
And tried to focus on the words
Slipping out of her lips

I know...she commented
Without looking up
I was stupified unable to comprehend
She looked straight into my eyes
I know boy, 
You are pretty obvious

The moment lingered between us
For few seconds
Till she let out a cry in pain
Breaking my reverie

I realised she had hurt herself in the chair
I fell down on my knees
Cradling her leg, on my lap
I caressed her injury
She stiffened to my touch, initially
But I continued 

Gradually I became aware of her leg
Against my thudding chest
The moment when she touched my heart
I was choked with brimming emotions

There she was
The woman I adored, yearned, visualized
So close to me
Her essence filling my being
But I couldn't touch the soul

Gently, I placed her leg on the floor
And walked away

That moment between us
Withstanding the age barrier and ethical conduct
Pierced my heart
I realised it wasn't my lust 
It was my love and respect for her
For which my conscience pricked

I never saw her after that day
She resigned
Signaturing my heart.

©LR

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