I'm a Poet

I am a poet, don't you know it?

You will come to know about it.

Because my name is Mr. King,

And I’m free as a bird with wing.

I sing about dream and rhyme it with seam,

Because it seems my dream always means.

And dreams make me sleepless, as if I am lidless.

Roam from town to town, get to know people down,

Because I saw you in dream waiting for me there down.

I have a good soul and a heart of gold,

I always talk of love and don't try to be cold.

Hope to rekindle my love life,

Find someone worth to share my life.

My life will begun,

When I will find someone

Now you know it, that I am a poet.

'Clear Pop's Up'

'Clear Pop's Up'

Do you often experience mental chatter going on in the back of your mind, but every now and then something 'Clear Pops Up' that tells you to do this or that? When you follow those 'Sixth Sense,' they usually pay off. Sometimes though, you don't follow your hunches and later you wish that you had.

This process of listening to and following your hunches simply amounts to capitalizing on the preconscious thought processes that comprise your intuitive level of thinking.

Exercise this practice and be aware of this powerful state on a daily basis. Sometimes you may have a momentary flash of insight during the day and without even trying to do anything you will have a fore telling vision of future events.

The more you tune into your 'Intuition' the easier the process becomes. Eventually you will learn to rely more and more on your intuition before making any important decisions.

'Today, Sleeping is definitely not an option'

So it’s one of those nights. Sleeping is definitely not an option. Even though I am considerably upset about the lack of sleep, an hour earlier I could hardly keep my eyes open and sleep had weighed down the lids of my eyes. Still I rubbed it away with my fingers to stay awake and see the match. It was something like, a challenge and I stood up to it. All I am doing, is not sleeping. But trust me, not sleeping, ironically is more satisfying when one feels sleepy. Lying in the dark, humming tunes of this creatures, fan, the breath of the person sleeping in the other room refused to leave you alone and sticks to the mind. It’s like I am waiting for a certain feeling to overwhelm myself.