The Happenings Happen

Time is a rattling runner,like a nomad;
To call him a happening,is wholly mad.
Time knows,not stories of joy or grief;
Nor does he pass for any event's relief. 
Happenings happen high,low and even,
As if it is Time's spell of hell or heaven.
Life's stumbling blocks become time's curse,
Locking the fact,that it is our moves'reverse.

Happenings happen not at the behest of Time;
Nature for instance has its rhetoric and rhyme.
All happenings here,are maximally man made,
Making them look,as if they are Time's tirade.
Time is absolutely an abstract flow on the run,
With happenings heckling its flow,just for fun.
P.Chandrasekaran.