dear whoever you are

i don't know when it all started when i made my first wish.... i don't remember when i got tired keepin' a wishlist.... because it only grew longer.... with just the handwritings kept on changin'.... but this is nothin' to all of them.... of what i found n' what i had wanted to find.... but this is just about me n' fiddler's green.

first of all... i need to inform you on certain aspects you may not be aware of... n' can't really blame on you. maybe you too are just caught in the circles of perceptions... the fact that i found fiddler's green can't really be a co-incidence... if at all there's any such thing. n' the fact that how i've found it?.... i don't want to go on or somethin'... because i want it to be somethin' which i was lookin' for.

i thought my heart made my soul... n' if that's true... my heart must be made by my dreams... n' this is where my dreams have to stay... n' even forever is too short a word.

so here... all the birds in every golden branch have to be a songbird... n' nobody have to be deaf again this time. let the young boys know Haiku for a change instead of knowin' some cool bike stunt... n' there'd be no bullies even if you start lookin' for them far south down the coast.

love won't be just painful here.... n' there shall be ways which do not end up in cryin' in the dark. so nobody has to wait everyday to see it all go through... but the one that remains.... stays.. shines n' calls one another.

where everyone can turn in circles... not of confusion but of playfulness... where butterflies live for so much more than just a week.... where the lies shall never be revealed.... n' all their sweetness shall swear to never lie again.

where the scholarships shall be given... only when you've lost all your control... where you don't have to be sleepless for just one regret or one guilt..... where all the crossroads shall be given destination status n' finally... you don't have to look for signs... but can stay there as long as you want to.

where hearts are not torn when stolen....... secrets are unopened even if they go broken.... where there shall be a million hands to catch... if somehow your heart pops out of your chest.

where people... if at all get lost somewhere.... they don't have to dream of midnight streets.... but start believin'... that they'd find everyone they loved or wanted to love in fiddler's green n' all those people would love them back this time.

so this year's joy... better last forever... where you don't have to kiss someone's memory in the new year's eve.... but you find that person by your side. n' i feel i've read kundera only for fiddler's green... because this is where i felt... "happy inside the songs.. where sorrow wasn't playful... laughter wasn't mockin'.... love wasn't laughable.. n' hate wasn't shy.... where people love with all their body n' soul.... where love is still love... pain pain... n' values free from devastations.."

dreamin'-dalely yours,
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