Nachos with Namith

What if god was just a name of a computer? What if humans were intruders? What if the world was just a program And all of us a working diagram? What if there was a controller watching us?  What if our reason for birth was a cuss? What If the world was just a project A Project played by an enormous object? What if humans were aliens from other planet? What if Adam and eve were under enchantment? What if there was a parallel universe? What if I met myself in a multi verse? How did dreams start in our subconcious? What if this life is a dream by someone unconscious? How did thoughts emerge in ones head? Is thoughts a voice of what controller said?  Hundreds of questions striking  What is this abstract feeling?

  Wish they think about me  Wish they appreciate and agree. A feeling for a thing to happen, The anxiety curve flatten. Hope, a feeling of expectation,  Has the power to appraise or drown a relation. Hope is on people whom we trust When broken, leads to combust. Humans always expect and wait  And if fails, wait turns to hate  Failed expectations hurts Failure leads to huge outbursts. Hope and expectation are optimistic in nature If lost , man becomes a creature. A great power, a gift by god  Hope can be a vicious petard.