It was the dream that walked on tiptoe,
It baffles me yet what transpired that day,
When life played in a different flow.
I called out to my friend in this land below,
A grey stranger emerged, much to my dismay,
It was the dream that walked on tiptoe.
I woke beside a beauty of heavenly glow,
I panicked, her eyes held me and whispered stay,
When life played in a different flow.
A new life with no one to owe?
These perfect memories I could forever replay,
It was the dream that walked on tiptoe.
Perhaps recollections of a life well lived eons ago,
Or maybe the life I always wanted—a happy cliché,
When life played in a different flow.
You may yet think me crazy, which may be apropos,
As I crash on the floor of a bustling café.
It was the dream that walked on tiptoe.
When life played in a different flow.
Written by Udeet Mittal for MTTN
Edited by Anika Shukla for MTTN
Featured Image by Suprita V for MTTN
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