Have you seen those stars in the sky,
That’s what I want on my carpet.
Why do you feel that I don’t have dreams?
I carry them in my fantasies.
When I was 9 I tried collecting memories,
I thought one day I’ll be yearning to relive them,
And if I can’t, I will be left heartbroken.
My grandmother wore that scarf,
I kept it in my cupboard full of handicrafts.
I never dreamt of a big house I know,
Nothing materialistic mattered to my tale show.
I kept dreaming about love, happiness and satisfaction,
Dreamt about becoming somebody’s admiration.
I now dream about mystic more,
Inscribing the moon on my floor.
With trees and plants making stair I would walk,
I dream of something unusual that I will someday possess.
With my magic wand!