Fling

The heart's door is open,

Freshness seeps into the lungs,

Heavily laden with the sweet smell of roses,

Stargazers wearing a thin sheet of gold

They borrowed from the sun,

 While the peonies, freesias and tulips daintily smiled,

Your face revealed from under that hood,

Eyes glittering with romance over spilling,

As I hid my face in your chest,

A new story was written

With the red of the flowers and the pink of the heart;

And then it all vanished with a blink of the  eye,

With some coloured splashes on that page of my life,

Was it a fling?

Or did my dreams fling some love colours 

In the dry, emotionless air!!

©®Madhumita