Rustles

The winds that run in my arteries,

The drum-rolls that make my chest heavy,

The ghosts that haunt me late night,

When I am myself under the canopy of open sky,

I am silence silenced.

The lonely streets of my veins,

Where roam the daunting evils,

Scream hard to reach the unknown,

For I know I need no force to beckon;

But Myself – the Awakened Myself!

Sigh.

Each passing moment calls out its presence,

These dozed off hopes,

My weary gestures.

Entail the undeterred-

Undeterred falsehood,

Undeterred clouds of gray,

Undeterred blades.

Each passing moment enunciates to me-

The countless rosaries, the boundless falls!

Steel it is, at times

Molten Magma- the subsequent times.

RUSTLES- the soul says.

For it is all it can!