The blue flame

The blue flame burns in thunderous, loud storms –
Oasis of peace in favelas – towns
Cacophonous with mockery and clowns
It’s silence that stays through unrest – its swarms

To think and clutter has become our norms
We can’t stop and breathe; we are verbs and nouns
Forever fighting, warring with sick frowns
The constantly stung busy bee conforms!

Breathe my tired friend; look deep within your soul
There you’ll find seeds of peace inherited
Let blue engulf, empower red and stay
You’ll soon discharge calm and be – strong and whole
You’ll soon recover gold discredited
The blue flame that burns will guide your quiet way.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)

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8 Comments

    1. Yes. It happens to be my favourite colour too. Blue also stands for tranquility in the midst of all the chaos. And I aspire for a more gentle, kinder Nitin who embodies it. Thank you Betty and yes, I am healing (albeit slowly).

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