Crowded Campus. Early Winter’s eve,
Inching towards a beautiful Dusk.
Two absent-minded figures hurry through the jostling masses.
Unknowingly, towards each other,
Towards the inevitable.
To the ground.
Bodies fall, Books fly.
He had been humming a favourite tune of old,
Mind lost in Melody.
Weaving She had been, Words out of thin air,
Poetry out of Nothing.
No arrow strikes the heart, No violins play a lovesick tune.
‘Looks SO vague. Does he even know where he is?’
Thought the petite damsel,
Scrambling to her feet. Much annoyed.
‘Is she a pixie? ‘, was all the otherwise charming lad said.
Thankfully, to himself.
Looking daggers at each other,
Without exchanging a single blessed word,
They stride off to their Opposite Worlds.
‘Lets never meet again.’
They silently promise themselves.
Hidden behind a tree, Cupid grinned.
The Authoress wielded her mighty Pen,
The Musician readied his majestic Flute.
The battle had just begun.