Meeting school friend...

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.