The Digital Manuscript of Poetry and Literature by Elisabetta

  • Trapped In A Deafening Silence

    Trapped In A Deafening Silence

    Trapped in a deafening silence
    The night is already gone,
    Once everything that once had been in the past
    Has been sealed;
    I was asleep, and I stood alone,
    Each day, it might be gone.
    The rain will begin again.
    Scripted, it seems, but then inside me
    All my heart is asleep,
    Forever again alone,
    Never even one day into its life
    Being forgotten.
    A dream…
    But nothing ever heard.
    Trapped in a deafening silence of the wind.
    When everything goes in the aether…
    I am coming up into the darkness.
    Leaving everything behind me
    Where nothing is the same anymore.
    As I am dreaming the sunlight at night
    I wanted to escape
    Like walking in darkness,
    Towards my solitude
    Never coming back,
    I would be gone.
    Trapped in a deafening silence.
    There is no time for finding a place to live,
    A lasting peace of mind and bliss.
    Just wonder how little of the universe is known,
    One will still wish for the end.
    Trapped in a deafening silence
    Only the sound of the emptiness
    And never being aware that it doesn’t exist
    A far better fate than it is
    And what life was able to alter the course of happening
    At any time, there’s a way
    Certainly, a mental tragedy
    Over the world of itself
    It is way too far.
    With nowhere to go when you can realize,
    it has been impossible as I could
    I am in another world in the end.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Motionless Dream

    A Motionless Dream

    A motionless dream
    And a new dash.
    Just then and so
    I am writing
    In my life’s way.
    It is not to
    As I have written
    Reading
    This life by any means.
    The way
    Of being in a state of forsakenness
    Is uncertain
    Similar to the nothingness
    Which doesn’t endure permanently
    So many fractions can be found in me
    Even more diversified than my thoughts
    And everything will end up
    Breaking into fragments
    Even though once it has been whole as a soul.
    In a motionless dream
    The ocean breaks down,
    And I fall down in the quietness.
    In my soul’s dreams
    I do not know where or when
    Whenever a world is hidden;
    Of all the visible things
    There is nothing better than
    A motionless dream
    That has left all that’s gone.
    A motionless dream
    Of nothing, I should have lost.
    I wish to breathe into it.
    It was like the wind-song
    When it was on my head.
    Not a single shadow
    But darkness, at this very moment,
    And more than anyone
    Who doesn’t know if you are born?
    Is what could be thought
    Not always
    On Earth or outside the universe,
    Everything has been lost
    No apparent transformation, even so, has ever been.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Fleeting mind, where are you flying? To the hills of restlessness, or to the dales of calm? To the depths of the oceans hitherto unexplored? Calm thyself, my greatest friend, or may I call you my most formidable foe, in times of unbridled emotional cataclysm?

    A focused mind is a calm mind, a mind which generates great power, enough to set the turbines of the hydroelectric plants into motion, a mind which brings forth the innumerable discoveries which bless mankind.
    Calm thee my friend, like a Zen master, a single ripple sending forth bursts of a sudden thought, to be eclipsed to oblivion by the calm mind.
    Restless mind, focus on your breath, the deep inspiration and expiration, till you become one with the breath; the state of mind called ‘Satori’, where time and tide stand still; the hours pass by into the fathomless deep void.
    The mind, the great tool possessed by humanity, you are not meant to be wasted on the millions of unwanted thoughts that wade through you, the quality of which, either makes life a beautiful paradise, or the abominable Hades akin to Dante’s Hell. Why my friend, my great mind do you send people into the depths of despair, the uncontrolled negative repetitive thoughts creating hitherto unheard of terms like ‘Depression’, ‘Anxiety’, and ‘Suicide’? Restless mind, when you accept things for what they are, instead of trying to change the world to suit your liking, would you not embrace peace?
    Mind like a volcano, why do you not accept the uniqueness of every human being, how would the world look like, if clad in similar colours, with nothing to break the drab monotony. Mind like water, you go with the flow, creating paths where none exist, filling the vacuum which exists, accepting the beauty of every present moment, the beauty in unevenness, and the unevenness in every beautiful form. My mind, when you see reality for what it is, rather than project your hopes and aspirations into the present, do you not distort the nature of reality and the nature of your progress? Mind, when you calm yourself, all thoughts fade away; you bear no angst towards anyone, and neither do the worries of the past nor the fears of the future torment you. You release everything, till there is nothing left to be released; you and the body you occupy then become one. This state of mind achieved by years of meditative practice is what they refer to as enlightenment, where you do not seek approval from others, and do not have to prove anything to anyone; a state where everything becomes effortless, there is no more struggle or strain, just the calm realisation of ones’ self.
    A mind truly without fear, is a mind without expectation or ego, where you cherish every moment for what it is, enjoy every activity for what it is, immerse yourself fully in the task at the moment-what the modern-day Psychologists call the ‘Zone’, … where hours seem like minutes, and time just fades away without much ado… and you remain in the ‘Divine Now.’

  • The Screech Of Indifference

    The Screech Of Indifference

    The Screech Of Indifference

    The screech of indifference
    The invisible shape of disillusions
    When the caducity of time and entities
    Fall into a throb of hope
    Whilst incorporeal feelings
    Are bent by gusts of distress.

    A deprivation of emotions alters
    Transforming into a blaze of greed and obsession
    The death of illusions breaks the artifice of existence
    Similar to a dream melting into a vortex of torments.

    Decay and ineptitude overcome
    Once the tremor of mediocrity
    Obliterate every sparkle of sublimity
    And silent wretchedness tarnishes every edge
    In the infinite ocean of longings.

    The screech of indifference
    In a state of desertion of the souls
    Longings of burning deceptions
    A surreal and imaginary mystery
    Surrounded by hideous monstrosities.

    Limping shards of a lost whisper
    Disguise in the shadow of an instant
    A gathering of wonders and desires seizes endless anguishes
    When reminiscences dissolve in the ethereal.

    The intangible world of the ideas
    Collapses in the dreary chasm of the metaphysical
    The hesitation of a glimpse of a dream
    Disappears in a hidden spoil of eternal emptiness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Oscillations Of The Soul

    The Oscillations Of The Soul

    The Oscillations Of The Soul

    A jolt weakens the oscillations of the soul
    Every time a whisper echoes in the infinite ether
    For every shadow that appears in the world of illusions
    Wonder and amazement of the senses dance in infinity
    The swarthy flames of greed and lust are overwhelmed by a sense of grief
    The dark and silent grief destroyed every gold amulet
    A tumult descends upon every soul awakening from a deep slumber
    Lost shivers stagger ashore from the depths of the ocean of fears
    A chain made of glinting treasures creates a rope of desires
    Capturing the emptiness left behind a swirl of struggles
    Whilst eternal and elusive fates indulge in a hidden haul.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Shining Cloud

    A Shining Cloud

    A Shining Cloud

    A shining cloud holds dreary whispers
    A silent shadow overwhelms magic memories
    A heavenly emptiness is waiting for the fragments of a vision
    A hidden sorrow surrenders to the eternity
    Seeking an envious star not glowing anymore
    A treasure is throbbing in an endless torment
    Obscure marvels wait with trepidation for the last moment of life
    To disappear into the unknown
    Once they have fallen victim to a farce
    Time encloses a silent promise
    A secret fear arises from a covenant
    A whisper blooms from an empty touch
    Every pointless instant flees the time transience
    Whilst every thought is flowing in a hidden radiance
    At the edge of an endless and elusive destiny.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Blissful Swoon

    A Blissful Swoon

    A Blissful Swoon

    A blissful swoon as an unexpected sigh
    A brutal daze as a distorted evanescence
    When a distant echo of archaic fantasies resurfaces
    Like a relic from the depths of an infinite abyss
    Where the utmost devastation swallows every bliss and longing
    Where there is no place for integrity and probity
    A passionate taint leaves an indelible blemish on every fragment of spark
    A strayed bond of deception and devotion is destined to dissolve in a flare
    A radiant eternity hides inside a dim disintegration
    A surreal cloud is lost in every dreaming sorrow
    Shining glazes soothe emotions soaring through an enigma
    Ethereal glimmers wander in the silent maze of mystic blazes.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Without Laudable Expectations

    Without Laudable Expectations

    Without Laudable Expectations

    Without laudable expectations
    When bliss overcomes a temporary melancholy
    In a disillusioned numbness of the soul
    No dream can endure so long time
    And everything becomes ephemeral
    Every single expectation is kept in a sacred shed
    Once all the dreams are swallowed by oblivion
    Hollow trees of humiliation stand in front of the ineptitude
    Shallowness wandering towards inertia and madness
    After the senses have fallen into a deep slumber of unconsciousness
    Only dreary expectancies would touch the sadness for just an instant
    An instant of sacred anguish that would eternalize every trembling passion
    And when the darkness pierces every realm
    Every disgrace becomes a blissful solace.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An imperfect heavenly shimmer collapses beyond memories
    A serene sorrow decays into a radiant touch
    A hesitating surprise dissolves in a gilded glaze
    A whispered instant is lost in every secret desire
    An unending wonder of sadness shrouds an unreal world
    Where endless spaces are filled with emptiness
    Obscure fears enclose elusive illusions
    Whilst fate devours cold shadows of dismay
    Peaceful dreams reflect on the mirror of deception
    A hushed enigma unfolds an embezzled prospect
    Scornful glooms swallow every shining longing
    In a perpetual hideous frolic of life and death.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Silent Dream

    A Silent Dream

    A Silent Dream

    A silent dream turns to dust
    A strong illusion ascends the flame of memories
    A whisper suddenly shuts the surrounding emotions
    A cold mist touches a fragment of an instant
    A meaningless wish melts into a burning mystery
    The empty night appears as an unknown memory
    A blurred silence breaks the chain of a hidden consolation
    The contemplation of a shining shadow nestling a dreary destiny
    The time is entwined with a surreal blooming deception
    A lost light gently falters in the space
    An intangible wind let the envious struggles fall into the nothingness
    A desperate glow and a devoted tear tremble together
    The wondering cloud shines its unfortunate secret
    Whispered with an incredible sorrow in a dead eternity.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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