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 beside me I see

A pile of multi-hued dreams

And a horde of happy people

Picking their choice.

I saw dreams as a child

And they always came true

Why force these reality checks on me now?

Let me keep the faith

Let me spin away

Let my dreams come alive yet again.

– Anshu, 6 August 2016