Mercy me…

I am trying hard, but it’s hard to sing the song my heart sang yesterday

No matter what i do, the taste of your dulcet kiss on my lips is slowly fading away

I have come so far but the memory of that ephemeral love is there stuck halfway

Mercy please, I don’t want to wake up, when I go to sleep today


Sketch # 8 – Being your’s


Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

My heart sings a song, incomplete

Incomplete in many ways

Waiting for your heart to whisper back

Whisper those words I want to hear, it says

It burns in fire until it soaks in your love

It clouds my mind, it tricks my brains
I am falling, I am melting, I am drowning

You don’t even know I am bursting into flames

Sketch # 7 – Let the magic begin


Still unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the pain of what never will…

When I carry your heart

I carry the weight of what can’t be explained

I hereby break the rules

And leave myself unchained

Walking in a tunnel meant to be dark

To my surprise it’s glowing with sparks

Sparks of life not meant to be here

Less to be held with joy, doesnt feel far but never felt near

I live in this world I don’t belong to without a doubt

But that’s the world I can’t live without..

Sketch # 4 – Memories of your Hug


There is a silence around
But i am craving to hear that voice
The one that brought peace to me
The one that hasn’t left me with a choice

The truth wants to burst out in open
But the fear holds its ground
My faith shakes from top to bottom
In a land of pretenders where truth is hard to be found

Here comes my fear, Facing my faith on its face
I hold myself up high
I am hoping to win this race

A wish that i could have asked for
Has been granted without an ask
But all those memories i have gathered
Now will have to go behind the mask…