Balloons

There was a time when we were fascinated by colorful balloons, those were days of our innocence and purity. Going down the memory lane....

A frail hand,
a smooth string, and
the colourful worlds,
they scintillate my screen,
when I rewind.
Events flash,
when he would come selling,
he colourful, the hued bubbles,
uneasy, colliding, waiting,
to be free.
His dusty skin, expectant eyes,
shone when we appeared,
ours too, on seeing him.
The desperation, to get one
of those worlds,
to run along with them,
to fly with them,
to the worlds they go alone.
No such desperation, no such wait,
no such merry times,
what's it now ??
Heaven was there,
hell's here.