Your well-paying job
in that expanding MNC.
With expensive coffee machines,
super-fast internet,
exhausted printer and idle shredder.
Those spreadsheets, presentations,
deadlines, columns and rows.
Your 3-BHK apartment
in a posh society.
With courteous security guards,
parking space for cars,
quiet poolside and noisy gym.
Those fast elevators, balconies,
gardens with pigeons and crows.
Your high-flying life
in a comfortable cocoon.
With extravagant parties,
multi-cuisine meals,
tight clothing and loose behavior.
Those expensive wines, luxury hotels,
mindless movies to tackle the lows.
I was happy we got in touch,
so long after school.
Within minutes of meeting I realized,
you haven’t really grown,
deep pockets and shallow conversations.
Big car, swiss watch, thai-holday and
your office-politics woes.
It means nothing to me,
because
when you don’t read my friend,
it
shows.
