A spinner of dreams
I want to be remembered As the spinner of dreams. Not fancy fairytales Or webs of untruth But of dreams which come alive. And I often imagine myself Sitting at a charkha Spinning and singing away. And…
The brew and my spell
In the shiny cauldron Of my dreams I brew a golden fantasy- Where love conquers all Where doubts don’t distance us. Don’t come into my life To ruin it all. Don’t break my magic spell. –Anshu,…
