When “Mr.Doing” meets “Mr.Happening”

("Subject" in the poem is referred to a 'Human Body')

It was a lazy Sunday evening when “Mr. Doing” gave a thought

Am I the deciding factor, what ‘results’ life has brought ?

Am I the one who runs this world, am I the most sought ?

From school to college and then the real world, Am I the only subject taught ?

It starts with a desire, then a thought, then the ‘subject’ is in my claws,

I make the rules, I govern its living, I am a above all laws,

Life will stop if I perish, time comes to a halt if I withdraw,

My “Returns” may be interesting, but sometimes, it makes one realize their flaw.

Darkness all over and my " subject" went to sleep,

I withdrew my reigns to watch my dependency reducing with creep,

However, his breathing continued, active were all his inner organs,

As, I am not in-charge of this ‘subject’ anymore, who are now the custodians ?

“Mr. Happening” replied, “I am the one who serves, when you are at rest”

Infact, even while you work, I continue my job with complete zest.

Whether ‘subject’ is conscious or not, is not my concern,

I perform my job, not expecting anything in return.

The difference in our existence is loud and clear,

You are the creation of ‘Doer’ and I am creation of the ‘Creator’

“Mr. Doing” replied, “you might keep the ‘subject’ going,

But, you fail to provide “luxuries and pleasures”, which is worthy of showing.

“Mr. Happening” interrupted - How can one cherish luxury if his heart does not beat ?

Or the lungs, liver fail and the oxygen supply to the brain does not meet ?

What if the digestion gets messed up and the ‘subject’ cannot eat ?

What if I stop circulating blood for a moment or change the body heat ?

What if the pulse rate fluctuates its speed or if the nervous system takes a defeat ?

“Mr. Doing” realized that the ‘subject’ knows its importance due to the tangible nature,

But, it forgets the significance of the system within, which works constantly on the architecture.

Till the ‘subject’ recognizes itself as a “Doer”, it will demean the value of “Creator”

It is indeed a unique feeling,

That someone is driving the engine and our ‘subject’ is merely a facilitator.

Ankit P. Shingala

(Sambodhi Insights)

कविता - My Soul's Expression