I wrote this poem some time in 2005. Reposting this again with some polishing.

She was walking, searching,

A little girl
with a dream,
a song, a smile
and a bright red balloon.

She was searching for a post,
Where she could tie,
the strings of her precious balloon.

She had colors all around,
Had rainbows,
The sky above was blue
ground beneath was green.

She was walking, searching,
The path became rough one day,
the last stretch of grass was past
she was still smiling and walking.

This she knew,
if she doesn’t find a post,
the string would slip away
And her balloon would be lost,

So she walked on.
She found a few post,
but could never tie the string.
May be she didn’t know how to,
may be the posts were broke.

She was walking, searching
Through roads that no body took,
walking alone through a desert,
sand all around.

The ground beneath
pale and dusty now
sky not so bright.

But she still smiled
In bafflement though,
Why can’t I find it?

She was walking, searching
cracking up inside,
loosing herself,
Quick sand all around,

She wanted to hold on
but all she had in hand
was sand,
all slipping away.

She was still walking,
asking questions
to never find answers.

She cried, till the tears dried
heart and soul lost their strength,
like everything inside were flying out,
like she was disintegrating


she felt lighter,
like a dead fish,
she floated up.

A bullet could pass through
If you would shoot her,
She felt hollow,
She felt nothing more.

Its been a while walking,
still smiling,
would be sometime,
before she figures out
that the balloon is already lost.