Blue

The endless vast ocean,

The waves that break at my feet,

The saline wind that leaves its

Aftertaste in my mouth,

The horizon where heaven bows down

To kiss poseidon-

Blue is the hue of it all.

Blue is their way of life.

A puny bloom in the meadow,

The dew of winter daybreak-

The emptiness that encompasses me,

The silent tears of shattered hearts

The coldness of numb hands,

Splashed with blue.

Scream in a muffled tone.

A pair of eyes bereft of light,

Deep enough to be lost in them.

The urge to slit the skin, and

Shed the hide;

Is a darker, more gory shade of

Blue, that-

Come with no warnings,

But follow up like desperate 

Cravings.

My blisters that haunt me

Are now marked with blue.

The throbbing ache 

That lingers on for days,

Months and years.

It's crinkled now-

And a darker shade of

Prussian, that speaks

Softly of the agony.

Blue is the ink that stains my

Hands with love notes

I cannot read anymore.

For it feels gibberish

With ever perishing feeling.

It is more of a downfall,

A degradation from

Everything to nothing.

Desolate flame of a candle,

The dying wish of a painter in his cabin,

The will to live in this soulless world.

Blue can be anything you interpret. 

Blue is a colour

Blue is life and death

The parameters of opposite forces.

Of urges and resentment.

A speck of hope

Or complete darkness.