The Sailor

The Sailor

Sailing this ship in the tides of my psyched sea,
You by my side holding the wheel as ‘ WE’.

You smiled with the drops of fenced rain on your face,
I smell the smoke of dramatic grin down the window pane.

We sailed through rough tides; holding hands and chest wide,
We laughed; we giggled; we shared the mood,
But I was the one faking this laughter hoot;
‘Cause my mind was in the deep hides,
Hiding thoughts in dark whites.

                                                       – shashank jain

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Shashank Jain
I prefer perfectionism.I love writing about Life,past experiences.Other than this,I am friendly..patient..music lover..guitarist..singer..PHILANTHROPIST.

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