A Vintage Soul.

VINTAGE SOUL

clock has been stuck & stoped ticking,From several years ago,when paradoxes just started to emblaze our those corners of mind which has been haunted by its own silence somewhere.In this air,warble echoes in surrounding exists & having no grips on whorl pool of ceaseless thoughts & always an unknown vibes from somewhere unknown hitting the realities in front of us,unveiled many mysteries but still an enigma,It sometimes left us to be like predictable in our unpredictability,A paradox, kind of being too much sociable but still a loner,talkative on intellectual levels by anonymous ways but still holding jumble of words and worlds in this mind which I ought to feel much better to be hidden in the webbed corners of mind zing.Have you ever caught by one of your most haunted  nightmares of not easily being understood by any individual?or might be you grabbed by a thought of, why it is so hard sometimes to make yourself & your words & sentences being clear to everyone or using such enigmatic feats and deeds to try to tie up people to float in the flow of your views somewhere and the nightmare becomes reality when things started to happen regarding this same in an unwanted ways, then we feel numb  for everything & exploits our individuality into those people who we not truly are .Its a horrible nightmare of being afraid of our hidden fears which has been rooted inside ourselves deep within that person like viruses, to whom everyone somewhere is unknown and unfamiliar and everyone has that individuality inside,hiding profusion paradoxes which can't be described by our views.It seems to be an agony but the thing which matters is to know the real person which  resides in our dark corners howling like night wolves instead of transforming into the one,who we not truly are just because of some entailing veiws.What other thinks & what other considers of our exertions,what they looks at,considering us not normal or mediocre personalities with distracted possessions & it seems to me adorable of having an individuality which cannot be fathom by anyone,It is okay, not be the part or sparkle of  too much social areas or be the lime lights of silent places or if we like to just lay down sprawled for hours & hours looking at the sealing, meditate about ourselves & try to feel really good in these mud bodies & if we can feel blood running in our veins with pondering heart and violence of silence & at that moment we spend some time with our existence & know the real we,which truly matters.Our real individuality are out of mind kind of stuffs,we are familiar with only.It doesn't matter,if we are weirdo & more than that,kind of aliens in our surroundings & having a mind full of chaos.I can easily predict the mind sets of masses & nostalgia behind expressionless faces screaming and telling the things they felt without using voice & I can see it and I can definitely feel it.Sometimes we can do nothing more than to share our secrets with our raging vintage souls & to that hidden person inside us, while sitting in some dark corners,we leashed many brobdingnagian beasts that dwell in ourselves without a voice because we are made for the things,which truly belongs to us & only for us beacause it matters, without any distraction from outside world.Everyone has some sort of stories which makes them or breaks them but whatever it is,some influencing sway has remodeled one's personality,to which they really belongs to,more strong,with perfect mind sets & perfect thoughts & perfect ideas & all are due to the things which has construct us from raw to chiseled masters & then we grub for the sake of some desires & let plagues to come as hurdles & who wins? we !, only when, we believe in ourselves and meditate to unleash the beast we have hidden because all we need is to believe on mirror images and repel ourselves from the mediocre minds & dwell in hidden nostalgia & positive chakras.For me,I am that vintage soul who has been trapped in this 21st century even though ,I want to escape from the boundaries of spaces & dwell in the woods  & to let the beasts howl out loud,to let the people realize,the real they & stop be the reflection of some shadows.But It is not enough either sometimes.I am that vintage soul who knows how to keenly see through the deep nostalgia & feel the things that no one could ever felt like before & I wonder,It is still a paradox & enigma to which we belongs to & has made for.

"sometimes it's the beauty of the crescent moon,which is under the possession of its own shadows"