The Proposal

In the prestigious fields of education,

In which wisdom rules and zeal emotions fly,

An event as so modest as a meeting stood,

Two bodies crashed, love was born.

While she wandered inside her impressions,

He sat down on the grass, beneath a tree,

As their eyes found each other, fireflies shone,

And in that instant, their hearts knew what to do.

“I am Prince.” “I am Priya,” so goes the drill.

Their love story goes, ‘hiya’ at first sight.

Liberations, and late night coffee dates,

Their relationship blossomed like dawn.

The boy’s heart raced and seemed on wildfire −

He was aware that, Priya is the one-“ the only one”,

Looking strongly into her blushing eyes,

He took her by the hand, rather shakily.

It was an exotic lake tinted in the hues of sun-set,

He bowed down.

His love was at heart, as always,

Priya, it has always been, from the day I set my eyes upon you, I knew you had captured my heart.

He possessed a wedding band- ‘an object of affection, …

“Priya, is this an opportunity to send her down to ugly America?

A tear dripping down her blissful face,

“Yes Prince, I will become your wife.”

Their lips touched in a passionate kiss. It was the end.

Hearts beat to the same tune while stars too crested their love.

Their lips were guided, time froze…

Prince and Priya were uniformly ecstatic.

At present both of them are walking through the campus down memory lane, hand in hand,

Without even a whimper, their emotions run riot,

A love story grew out of the musician’s college,

Prince and Priya - lovers, still lovers, always lovers even unto eternal time.