And Yet . . .

A beautiful Haiku poem from Japanese poet Kobiyashi Issa,
“Yes, I know
Life is a dew drop.
And yet . . .and yet . . .”
The last line stops one’s breath, ‘and yet…and yet…’. What could the poet possibly mean by these lines? He could mean so many things, he could mean everything.
I think to myself, yes, my life is dewdrop. In the morning it glistens with the sun, sparkling and promising ,and by the evening it evaporates. All the sparkling can be gone at any moment. All these dazzling charm of life is just for a few moments. And yet . . .and yet . . .
And yet so many things.
This life is so short and yet we love living. Happiness is like the sunrise, it spreads around its golden rays with full glory, but then sunset comes, the golden rays dissolve into a profound darkness. Evenings are a part of life too, just as mornings are.
And yet . . .and yet . . .
In such a limited lifetime where is the time to weep over tragedies? Yet, and yet the deep wound hurts deep. Tears stream over eyes in a never ending flow. The eyes shed tears, the heart breaks apart. Yes, I know life is short,
And yet . . .and yet . . .
In this short life I build such big dreams. I cannot get bewitched from my dreams. I build a thousands castles in air, I draw hundred rainbows. Theses dreams, just for some time? But I cannot breathe without dreams. Life is so short and dreams are so big.
And yet . . .And yet . . .
Life is such a clever route, God designed it that way. One day it makes me cry, another day it teaches why not to cry. The day it blocks my way, the next day it shows me the other way round. When happiness starts to pour over me, I fly with flying colors, the next day it takes away my wings. I fall hard. Life reveals it other face also. I get angry. But then again the clever game; life explains, its only trying to keep me awake, keep me from falling into unconsciousness; so that I never get used to anything in life, neither joys nor pains, neither success nor failures. It tries hard to make me not get used to life, shaking me into alertness now and then , anything to keep me from falling under the sedation of familiarity. Life is training me to fight a new battle everytime.
I can’t stay angry anymore. I am thankful to life. I stare at the sunset, the sun is setting, slowly, very slowly into an unknown horizon. Who knows where the sun will go, but the sun has left a mark over everything on planet Earth. The plants have had enough sunlight to survive, humans had enough daytime to do their unfinished business. Insects ,animals, everything had their own job done. May be the same way my life is setting, slowly, very slowly ,and by this time happiness and pains are playing their part, to do some unfinished business on me. Both the paradoxes will disappear but they will leave an essence on my soul.
I keep on wondering at life’s mysteries, I keep on repeating the poem in my mind,
“Yes, I know
Life is a dew drop.
And yet . . .and yet . . .”

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