My existence was given for scrutiny,

To the millions existing,

people saw the being of my soul,

Scrutinising initially, they eventually ignored.

People see, they interpret, they understand,

They watch, they misinterpret, did this regard.

Different perspectives, different ideologies, different methods,

Similar whims, similar reasons, similar destinations.

Different but similar existence.

Baffled and restless, the minds meander carelessly,

To achieve and attain, and acquire and gain,

The world, the life, the existence and all of this space is a huge kerfuffle.

Different lives, different smiles, but a connect of the souls,

The source that a tied to distinct goals.

Distinct, did I mention?

Well, not really it’s just thought muddled up-

Some fear, some joy, some anxiety, some ecstasy, some tension.

There’s common emotions, common destinations, and common foolery of the multitudes spread,

Some work on feelings, some on dreams they tread.

Ambition of understanding, science and space and time,

Aiming at grasping vehemence and philosophy and the Divine.

Ambition of impacting millions of lives,

Aiming at procuring tons of smiles.

We are also discrete,

And yet there is something that binds us with Cleopatra and Einstein and Shakespeare,

Desires, dreams, feelings and tears,

And O! Damned death,

And the wind that became breath,

It’s humanity’s existence that’s given for scrutiny and not just mine,

And what ends up being scrutinised is the materialistic world and the powers of the Divine.

Barriers are shattered when that desire comes into play,

‘Cause it derives the spirit out of this ugly mess of scrutiny and existence strayed.