Blue Feeling

I am feeling blue.

Which shade of blue is still unknown

It changes every minute, hour or day

Until it hits, the colour is not shown

My mood is like a blue chameleon.

Today is navy.

Colour of the deep night sea

A hundred feet below.

Where sunlight beams are never seen

Where nothing is for show

It’s dark and silent, cold and wet

Yet calm, in its own way.

Nothing to do, but to forget

The busy world. Relax and drift away...

Sometimes the blue is warmer:

Indigo. Cobalt. Ultramarine.

These days, so rare and nice

When week is spent in shades between

A flash of cobalt, is me

Smiling with my eyes

Indigo — a careless laugh

Azul — a silly joke

They help me breathe, worries uncloak.

These pigments feel like home.

But then a prussian, midnight blue

Crawls slowly through my brain

My mind is now a desert-field

And thoughts are mines

Wrong move and they explode

An icy blue, that gives me chills,

Comes with an overwhelming rage

And anger, from which only time can heal

Until then, emotions must be locked inside a frozen cage

A blue light spectra that controls my life

A unit change and I am doomed inside.

I often try to mix in white

Keeping my pallet light and bright,

But spruce and denim spatter streaks

Are keeping me confined.

I am feeling blue

Like I’m ‘Blue Nude’,

But live, with royal blue blood.

I am true blue,

One painting that I can’t elude

As I am blue, of every kind.