Monday, January 31, 2011

Shifting to a new blog. . . maansibansal.wordpress.com

Friday, January 14, 2011

Back to December. . Stayyy

Hmm. . so there are always new songs and new emotions that become connected to them.

I like these two, but don't have any memories attached (yet).





Perhaps it is destiny, and I shouldn't even tell you that I love you!!
Perhaps. . .

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Flying high!

You know, there are a lot of things that a bird would represent. Especially this one.







Like:
Freedom
Ability to let go
Courage to fly beyond your imagination
Peace
Happiness
Letting go
Staying grounded
Confidence/Pride
Humility
Beauty and grace
Purity
Untouched and above the small games people get caught up in
Not materialistic
They're said to represent a link between heaven and earth. For me, I'll interpret it as being in touch with your higher self. :)
Hope
And somehow, just somehow. . love and loyalty. Being true to your own true nature. :)

Friday, January 7, 2011

There's a possibility. . .



There's a possibility
There's a possibility
All that I had was all I'm gonna get


There's a possibility
There's a possibility
All I gonna get is gone with your step
All I gonna get is gone with your stare
So tell me when you hear my heart stop
You're the only one that knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There's a possibility I would't know
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Know that when you leave
Know that when you leave
By blood and by me, you walk like a thief,
By blood and by me, and I fall when you leave
So tell me when you hear my heart stop
You're the only one that knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There's a possibility I wouldn't know
So tell me when my sigh is over
You're the reason why I'm closed
Tell me when you hear me falling
There's a possibility it wouldn't show


By blood and by me, and I'll fall when you leave.
By blood and by me, I follow your lead.

Desert rain




I miss you so much,
Now I'm awake,
Just hold me tight,
In every dream you're my guiding light.


We, we were lost
This, walk of pain
I miss you so much, now I call again, Come, come tonight
Just, hold me tight
From this desert rain, you`re my guiding light

We, we were lost,
This, walk of tide
We forgot about love, we forgot about us
Now, I am here, dreams become real

I feel like the sand is blowing away
Into the storm
I'm inside this dream
That feels just like
a desert rain

We, we were lost
This, walk of pain
I miss you so much, now I call again, Come, come tonight
Just, hold me tight
From this desert rain, you`re my guiding light

We, we were lost,
This, walk of tide
We forgot about love, we forgot about us
Now, I am here, dreams become real

I feel like the sand is blowing away
Into the storm
I'm inside this dream
That feels just like
a desert rain

You will always have my soul
Even dreams are secret worlds
Missing you

I feel like the sand is blowing away
Into the storm
I'm inside this dream
That feels just like
a desert rain

No regrets. . but.

I've learnt to live without regrets. Sure, I feel guilt and sadness, but I'm just an observer and not the one suffering because of them. That's good, of course, except that sometimes I become an observer when happiness happens as well. Yeah, in the bigger picture it's a good thing, but it doesn't always feel right somehow.

I'm (slightly) more responsible now that I'm approaching 22.. weird how I never thought that so many things that matter now never used to. And things that were the center of my universe have just dissolved and ceased to have any meaning.
Except you, of course. I'm still not over it, and I don't know if/when I will be. I've tried to get over it, but looks like it's just not meant to be yet.
Of all the bad/upsetting things I may have done, my heart is pure, and it still loves you with every beat.

It feels like the essence is what matters the most. All the other flavors of life are fading. The intentions, love, emotions and causes/reasons mean more than the actions. Not always, but there's some kind of veil that's been swept aside and there's more than just good vs bad.

There are no regrets about anything. . . but. Yes, there's still a 'but' at the end.


And yeah, just for the record, I still care. About you.