When we meet

Yes, we will collide one day
May be in the smouldering silences
Of the office lobbies and pressurised cabins.
Our greetings will rise above their din of chatter.
People will perch their head away from,
Coffee mugs, copy machines and cubicles.
We will rejoice our chance, thumping aloud each other’s backs
We will embrace like anxious lovers do after a war
Our laughter will ring louder than their telephone rings.
We will disturb the motions of the floor
They will ponder over the earthy fragrance of our meet
Our hugs will not be worried of our shirts getting creased
Notes will now be made to include in lunch break gossip
Through a systematic human chain a memo will be passed
And the bosses will be informed
They will twitch, tense and taut
They will question: “ how have they escaped the reign?
How inappropriate is this?
Our formal design doesn’t allow this?”
We are still not ready to leave our embrace
Now the jokes will surface
Now, readers and listeners
Do ponder as to what we both aim to achieve there
Why would we be in that scene?
Well, we both want to see for ourselves
The edifices of production from close quarters
The modern slaughter house in action
We want to see if any alive eye still remains
After examining and extrapolating the gains.