The glass castle

The running vehicle...
and the beautiful lake running in the opposite direction....
And I sit inside with a racing heart....
Nothing can pacify this pain...
Not the smooth water of the lake... Nor the pink blossoms of the road side...
The beautiful pink flowers covering the roads...
Not of my interest today...
Coz it reminds me of the road back in home....
Where we used to roam together...
It started drizzling outside...
So beautiful the rain is...
And the raindrops sliding down ...
Just a glass away from my touch..
I open the glass to feel them and let them sooth me...
But the touch of the rain....
It pulls me back to the days...
Our first drizzle together ...
Where we couldn't do much ...
Other than staring each other ...
And that curved smile on your lips while ruffling your wet hair is what haunts me...
I stare away from the window to distract myself...
My eyes fall on the steering...
And the deserted roads of Bhubaneswar before the dawn comes into flash....
And I can hear the endless talking ....The laughing... The teasing.... Our rides...
I close my eyes and concentrate...
Just to see your face ... The smiles....
Was it your fault or mine I think...I lost you or you lost me...
Everytime I walk down the lane of memories... I walk on broken glasses ...
Piercing my feet with every step, bleeding...
The glasses are of my shattered dreams ... The glass castle for both of us...
Where the first ray of sunshine would have fallen on your face and I would have watched you mesmerized...