The Whimsical Town

Introduction

Whimsical, is what I thought was the right adjective to describe a buzzing city with its glowing city lights, it doesnt want us, but in ways it does, we seperate ourselves from it, but we can't. I believe its a metaphor for life, playful & joyous yet in many ways haunting and disturbing. In the dark corners of the city where a traveler shouldn't but would wander where he would come in face of danger and yet proceed, because something about bejng there makes him feel alive

Very often I would store the pain people hurled at me and turn it into a piece of "something" that I'd eithrr throw away in the trash or never bring it up, its funny how that little hurricane in the heart wakes us at 3 am, makes us hunt for a pen to write our most intimate thoughts on a piece of paper, marvel at it and yet not at all like it, the next morning!

This little book is a collection of 3 am poetry and articles or basically anything that I'd write about being lost and dejected and yet love feeling it, its about the city and its sounds, the music that makes the soundtrack of life, about being in love and not getting it back or sometimes just nature and each of its beautiful asepects, its about constantly being in war with myself.

Its about living in a whimsical town where everyone lives and dies trying to keep up with their insatiable expectations, have the society constantly asses their moves, brush away the hurtful remarks and silently weep. Wander with a mask to hide what they feel, plaster a constant smile so nobody could see them breaking on the inside.