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