A White Night

Delve into unknown to kill the known

Simpler truths

are spoken once in a billion years

Delusional, Disgusting

society puts these truths into such categories

I came across a path

while my eyes struggled to remain close

during Brahmna hours

Sleep soothed me 

but whiteness woke me up

I walked 

as if it was a road to heaven

serene, white and infinite

Delusional, yes it seemed

Disgusting, if not

I witnessed a White Crow and Black Dove

Flying without purpose 

In and out of a black cloud

The path did not end

yet I never felt tired

Moments turned into eras

and eras into nothingness

and nothingness into a particle

--

thus began Life

from a White Night

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Many lines are deep.. and some are even deeper.. which now has my attention to check out your work. Since it has been quite long saying googbye to literature & to my old writerish life, i find it hard to understand such philosophical poetry (which wasn't the case since i was too touched with writing), but i can understand when you walk with life; and time, many things are left behind - and to me, writing has been one of them.

I would appreciate if you could help me understand the meaning of your poetry, esp. the meaning of lines: 'white crow and black dove' - sounds too deep for me.

[Wórdsmíth]

.. and also the meaning of 'a white night' as well please. If possible.

[barleygirl]

In my much-younger college days (back in the 1970's) it was common for people to sit around having philosophical discussions which sounded like this. I guess some people still spend time pondering the known vs the unknown, but in the end, I feel such philosophical musings are a waste of time becuz when each aspect of life happens, it still takes us completely by surprise. We can never know. Trying to know gives a false sense of security. Your poem sounds like all the control freaks who can't face the inherent uncertainty of life, so they hammer out fancy-sounding philosophies for what it all means. I kinda love how your poem sounds so sophisticated & multi-dimensional, even tho I do not believe this kind of philosophy leads to anything related to life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ruth]

Finding freedom of self is a tricky thing at times among the lies that have become history, truth seeking is needed more than ever...excellent write :)

[Gaurav]

Thank you Ruth for your kind comments

[Chris Shaw]

The white crow and the black dove, a reversal of what is fact. Flying in and out of a black cloud. I wish there had been white clouds too. I wish I had seen the white crow and the black dove flying in and out of white clouds. And then again I wish I had seen crows and doves without colour flying in and out of clouds without colour. We are so fixated on black and white, it makes my heart grieve.


Chris

[Gaurav]

thank you Chris for your review...yes that is how we are conditioned to see

[Anushka joshi]

Nice penning Gaurav ...
The mention of brahman hours is like ink at right stroke ...
I like that and the contrast feature of white crow and black dove adds further beauty to the poem .
And the second last stanza is very meaningful ... I enjoyed this poem 🤍😊

[Gaurav]

thanks a lot :)

[Anushka joshi]

Your most welcome