Tag: Contemplation

  • The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    The unveiled dreams of the night,
    In the imperative silence and desolation,
    Gleamed an ephemeral light,
    Enlightening the vast abyss of nothingness.

    Whispered secrets were soft and slight,
    In shadows cast by starlit constellations,
    A firmament of luminaries, stitched tight,
    Against the cold embrace of emptiness.

    Through veils of time, they faded in flight,
    Their fragile forms defied all limitations,
    With wings of thought, they soared in the emptiness,
    Embracing dawn with ethereal grace and soulful tenderness.

    As morning broke, the dreams disappeared,
    Beyond the reach of mortal contemplation,
    Leaving a trace, a spark, a sight,
    A promise of eternal, boundless bliss.

    Through the realm where fantasies ruled,
    And imagination weaved in seamless manifestation,
    The unveiled dreams of the night, as destiny intended,
    Became the guiding stars of desires.

    In the oblivion where longings were lost,
    They ignited passions of bold determination,
    And from the depths where darkness descended,
    They rose a beacon of illumination.

    At every moment, their essence transcended,
    Through cycles of dreams’ transformation,
    In forbidden mazes where time halted,
    In realms untouched by mortal grasp.

    Across the vast expanse of infinite,
    Where dreams intertwined with illusions,
    They painted the canvas of deception and betrayal,
    In shadows cast by the echoes of their past.

    As promises lingered in the void,
    Tales of mystery and wonder were concealed,
    In the chronicles of fate and death,
    Far from every congenial idea.

    Through hallways of forgotten spheres,
    Where shadows weaved webs of forgotten lore,
    Ancient mysteries lingered in their sombre embrace,
    Time’s relentless march erased their trace.

    In the silent embrace of the eternal dimness,
    The unveiled dreams of the night found solace in their plight,
    Guided by stars of flickering brightness,
    Revealing secrets to the wandering souls in darkness.

    Through unknown games of shadows and light,
    Tales of the night thrived in elusive enigmas,
    Etched in the firmament’s infinite height,
    A symphony played by celestial drifters.

    Beneath the gaze of everlasting flames,
    The dreams, like phantoms, danced with fervour,
    Woven into an invisible maze,
    Until they dissolved like tears in the rain.

    Ethereal sparkles illuminated the void; in their ephemeral space,
    In the midst of the eternal dimness that held no trace,
    The unveiled dreams of the night illuminated the void,
    In their ephemeral space.
    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

  • Happiness

    Happiness

    Happiness

    Happiness after being set free from emotional slaveries
    Obliterating every link of abuses
    I was a slave and a shadow of myself
    Now I am happy and independent
    Each day I celebrate my happiness and freedom
    I finally belong to myself, and I am my true self
    Now there is me and my happiness
    Happy to be alive, safe and the owner of my destiny
    Far from toxic beings who pretended to master my life
    This is the time for reflection and self-introspection
    This is the time for rebuilding my life
    And in this critical period, I focus on myself and what I do need
    Trends and social status don’t concern me at all
    I am not definable and easy to understand
    The banality and idiocy don’t belong to me
    I chose a long and arduous path
    But I am not afraid
    Since there is only one life
    It is essential to be careful about choices
    It is necessary to understand what to desire
    Solitude can reveal more than words
    Contemplation and self-awareness are truthful gifts
    I am learning to prioritise my needs
    Not conforming to the dictates of narcissists
    Happiness is to rediscover my true self as a whole entity
    I will not let others break my spirit.
    Esther Racah

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