At 23 let us count the things

We have lost to the fire:

We entered the Corporate

We skipped the breakfast

On Monday mornings

We are chasing the Yellow Line to Gurgaon

On Facebook

A friend feels sad about not being able to continue

Political activism

On Friday evenings

We are carrying cheap alcohol with bare hands

And reading up on places within 300km radius in desperation

After lunch
I am weaving poems on the beauty of her presence

When

Friend from Bangalore says

“it is a young professional’s city. sex is in the air”

But even then at times

We all prefer coffee-dates to hook-ups

And

Fever relieves us on special days

We shoot an email CCing HRs

And sit around the whole day

Doing nothing,

Doing absolutely nothing.