At 3 am I sit on my couch
Placing my head between my knees and slouch,
Waiting for my phone to reach 100
But thousands of memories are reverting in my head.

I think, ponder and contemplate
Couldn't get any answers straight.
All the bemuse have covered me up,
So full that I feel now it's enough.

I asked myself a simple question
Am i doing something wrong?
My brain says you are very right
But my heart says you're on the wrong side.

I move forward to the window
And waiting for the sun to show.
But thoughts do not leave me alone
Made me feel like I'm just a drone
Doing nothing but just mating is not for me,
I'm to collect nectar even while I'm in a spree.

Then I woke up from everything,
I have confused myself in just a blink.
All I think about is past and future but not the present
I stop and say I'll live and cherish every moment.        
                                          
                                                By J Mathew

Fathers are the universe's answer to All the demand from a small chocolate to a big car.
He is the answer to all you worries which he keep away far.
He Is a kind of happiness filled jar
Who sacrificed all his want,
So that all your wish can be grant.

How do I do?
How do I see?
How do  i face the consequence of my reality?

How do I cope?
How is it real?
A revival of our mosaics within the weaving of a century

There were many times I didn't want to do this life.
Multiple hours of struggling with the advisory council within my duvet.
I was drowning or sinking but wasn't breathing, or swimming or living.
and on repeat: sad and depressed, lost in aloofness

And I had nothing, nothing of use to say.
And yet I had all my answers on display.

Answer me, God.
Why won't you answer me?
What have I done that has caused your face to be turned away?
Answer me, my God.

My Lord, why have you forsaken me?
In this hour of need, I cry out in empty rooms.
In this hour, I cry to empty skies.
My Lord, my God why have you forsaken me?

Are you alive?
Do you still listen to prayers?
Do you still listen to your people?
Are we allowed to ask and receive?

God is your eyes still fixed on this nauseated land?
Do you still have ears to hear when we call?
Are you alive?
Are we worth listening to anymore?

My hands clasps books and philosophy trying to understand.
My feet walk in nature trying to see the beauty of your creation.
I don't understand why you say you love me.
I don't understand how this applies to those around me.

Answer me, God...
This silence is killing me.

I close my eyes to see

How the way she sees

To be able to grasp

How the way she sees

I take a glimpse on

How the way she sees

Void? Space? Emptiness?

Words expressing unhappiness

I see eye to eye

The other see eye to nothing

Finding a way to understand

To notice. To view. To realize

That there will come

A light to not only see

But to also feel, embrace, connect

Infinite solutions yet one possible:

How the way she sees