Inescapable

A situation never imagined or perceived, which requires learning the rules from the scratch, a situation a person has no in-born talent to deal with, and is utterly defenseless to face. Where help fades, where books are either absent or preach every action possible under the sun, where instincts are found not very trustworthy, logic turns out to be the demon.
Love the eternal backstabber is too dangerous to try. The decision the person takes is often inky pinky ponky spur of the moment style. The hopes turn sine wave, with people hiding the troughs; their ego too big to permit them to accept that they can go negative. The people find them lucky, deluded by the outer perceived glow. They know not of the black hole inside, ready to engulf the very existence of the person’s being.
Every person however capable would one day face this music at least once in his/her lifetime.

The Seed

A friend sent the following to me in response to my last post "Cultivation". Thank You. I am at a loss of words.

When the seed opened eye, it knew not what was in stow;
It was promised abundant sunlight; comforting warmth, nurturing glow.

The seed grew up, strong and bright;
it dreamed of a tree, of strength and height.

The day came when it wanted to bear fruits;
show colours to the world, to start a new pursuit.

Alas, the thunder struck and the gale blowed;
the tree was banyan, it had no flowers that showed.

It stood there fighting, getting strong, bidding its time;
Centuries passed, it nature grew sublime.

What happened to that tree, many people asked.
Did it wither down, like all around it had passed.

A traveller had come, mesmerized in his thoughts;
solace He was seeking, wisdom was what he sought.

The banyan stood steadfast, welcoming the stranger;
it was natural for it, it did not fear any danger.

In the comforting and serene shades,
the tiny seed which now made,
the stranger got the Enlightenment; of universal truth.

The tree still stands there, bearing no fruits;
a testimony to what it had borne; though not what it had dreamt of.
I respect the tree, I respect its resolve;
it was the Chosen One; it had a destiny; and lived to see it evolve.