Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: cosmic

  • I Am an Infinite Essence

    I Am an Infinite Essence

    I am an infinite essence, not a face nor a body,
    I am not a nationality nor a religion,
    I am not a temper nor a character,
    I am not my long blond hair nor my skin’s colour.

    I am not the scars etched on my soul,
    Nor the joy that dances in the light,
    I am not the silence of stories untold,
    Or the shadows that stretch in the night.

    I am not the title upon my name,
    Nor the career I chase in the fray,
    I am not the victories or the shame,
    Or the words I’ve spoken that led me astray.

    I am not the eyes that gaze at the sky,
    Nor the hands that reach for the stars,
    I am not the dreams that flutter and fly,
    Or the burdens that cling like invisible bars.

    I am not the laughter that spills from my lips,
    Nor the tears that carve rivers on my cheeks,
    I am not the journey of countless trips,
    Or the wisdom in silence when no one speaks.

    I am not the colours that paint my mind,
    Nor the paths that I’ve wandered alone,
    I am not the future I hope to find,
    Or the echoes of a heart turned to stone.

    I am not defined nor definable,
    I am an infinite essence, like the universe,
    A fabric stitched, forever bold,
    Each thread is a story, a cosmic verse.

    I am the multifaceted gem in the light,
    Reflecting hues of joy and despair,
    A mosaic of shadows, both dark and bright,
    Embracing each layer with the boldness to dare.

    I am the chains of the past that bind,
    However, I rise, unshackled, to embrace the new,
    In every facet, my essence is defined,
    A symphony of being, forever true.

    I am the whisper in the depths of the night,
    The pulse of the earth beneath the grounds,
    I am the spark that ignites the fight,
    The heartbeat of dreams, raw and sweet.

    I am the uniqueness that flows like a stream,
    Unbound by the labels that people assign,
    I am the flicker of hope, a fragile dream,
    A quilt of tales, uniquely mine.

    I am the silence that lingers, a tranquil embrace,
    The truth that transcends all the ways that divide,
    I am not a single reflection but a multifaceted blaze,
    In the vastness of being, I choose to abide.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Eternal Tree

    The Eternal Tree

    The eternal tree in the twilight’s silent embrace,
    Where shadows curl in violet grace,
    A twisted tree of ancient birth
    Rises from the haunted earth.
    Its roots stretch deep in forgotten soil,
    Bound by grief, eternal toil.
    Above, the stars in endless flight
    Circle the tree, a crown of light.

    Once, it bloomed in hues of gold,
    Its leaves whispered stories untold.
    But now, the branches, gnarled with age,
    Bear the marks of time’s cruel rage.
    The winds that howl through empty space
    Carry echoes of a long-lost place,
    A kingdom fallen, now erased,
    Leaving only sorrow’s trace.

    Beneath the cosmic, starry dome,
    The eternal tree stands tall, forever alone.
    Its bark is scarred with memories of the past,
    Of a time when joy could last.
    But fate, in cruel jest, did tear
    The light from every tender prayer.
    Now, only shadows linger here,
    Wrapped in the tree’s eternal fear.

    The stars, once bright with hope and dream,
    Now flicker with a cold, distant gleam.
    They watch in silence as the night
    Swallows all in endless flight.
    Yet in the centre, burning bright,
    A single star, defying blight,
    Holds the memory of what was lost,
    A beacon in this land of frost.

    But even stars must fall and fade,
    Their light consumed by endless shade.
    And so, this eternal tree, with roots of stone,
    Will stand forever, all alone.
    A monument to dreams betrayed,
    In twilight’s grip, where hope decayed.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Watcher In The Void

    The Watcher In The Void

    The watcher in the void exists beyond the reach of darkness and light. A shadow crawls—no, creeps—through cracks unseen, where time crumbles and whispers dissolve into nothingness. A hollow and vast eye looms through the endless darkness, constant and unblinking. The pulse of something unknown shudders through the air, a rhythm that defies reason. Has it begun? Will it ever end? The gaze of the watcher in the void pierces through the walls of sanity, unravelling the fabric of reality with a slow, deliberate stare.

    Breath lingers, suspended between worlds that will never merge. The air itself quivers as the void inhales thoughts, exhaling fragments of something twisted and dark. The ground shifts, a subtle tremor beneath unseen steps. Silence hums with tension, and the watcher in the void lingers just beyond the edge of perception. It watches—always watching—staring indefinitely at the infinite abyss of the universe.

    The void is endless—there is no beginning or end—only the infinite eye of the watcher in the void, which never closes and never tyres. Memories scatter like dust, ephemeral and insubstantial, fading into oblivion. Time loops in strange patterns, distorted, lost in the eternal gaze of something ancient, something incomprehensible.

    Echoes drift through the silence, faint and distorted, as if carried from a distant, forgotten realm. The watcher in the void is there, always present, with tendrils of existence coiling through unseen spaces, tightening, constricting, and squeezing until only fragments remain. The eye never wavers, never falters, holding everything in a relentless stare that knows no mercy.

    A scream fades into nothingness, consumed by the void, looping back into itself. The watcher in the void remembers all—every thought, every moment—caught in the never-ending cycle of its gaze. The void is eternal, and the watcher endures, bound to the emptiness, forever seeing, forever waiting. Nothing and no one can escape this lethal and cruel stare, not even the stars.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Madness And Paradox

    Madness And Paradox

    Madness and paradox in the eternal dusk,
    Black shards of darkness fall all over the aether,
    In the agony of frantic clocks,
    In a fountain of fractured dreams.

    Whispering cries collide with silent screams,
    Shadows crash on broken mirrors,
    Cogs of chaos grind in time,
    Crimson oceans swallow stars.

    Wheels of madness and paradox spin in vain,
    In a universe that melts and strains,
    And silence shatters in fractured veins,
    Where void and emptiness remain unperturbed.

    Clock hands swirl in chaos and panic,
    As giggles drip from erratic worlds,
    Ghosts of the twilight whirl in flames,
    Amongst the ruins of forgotten names.

    The castle of logic falls apart,
    Torn in a storm of sand,
    Where the compass spins, lost in confusion,
    In a realm of mysteries and enigmas, unplanned.

    Stars fall like shattered hymns,
    Lost in the void of fractured time,
    Each instant, a sigh in the splintered sky,
    Of a universe turned to dust.

    Images of madness drift on the wind,
    In the caverns of unseen dread,
    Twisted tales shape into nightmares,
    In a sky where desires are dead.

    Eternal dusk swallows the truth,
    In a festival of destroyed vows,
    Where wisdom burns in phantom flames,
    And dreams drown in discord’s chime.

    Chaos blooms in the garden of delight and dismay,
    As hope itself is torn and frayed,
    In the mirage of endless nights,
    Every virtue is lost and betrayed.

    Whirlwinds of folly tear apart the night,
    Fragments of doom and death replace all the stars,
    Distorted abysses clash and merge,
    Unleashing violent folly in a frenzied surge.

    Storms of turmoil, wild and fierce,
    Rip through the aether, shredding the veil of existence,
    In the fractured realms where chaos reigns,
    Eternity’s silence echoes with shattered chains.

    Fragments of reality collide and combust,
    In the maelstrom of confusion and dust,
    Torrents of madness swirl and scream,
    In the heart of a chaotic dream.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Arcane Tree

    The Arcane Tree

    The arcane tree, with ancient roots,
    Draped in mystery and twilight’s hue,
    Held secrets in its gnarled branches,
    A universe in each leaf’s dew.

    Its whispering boughs recounted stars,
    Eclipses lost to time’s embrace,
    Through ages past and futures scarred,
    The arcane tree revealed a sacred space.

    Beneath its boughs, the weary found
    A refuge from the world’s loud cries;
    Where thoughts were stilled, and dreams unwound,
    And pondered truths ascended skies.

    In its shade, ethereal dreams
    Found echoes of the cosmos’ edge,
    Where space and time were merged, refined,
    In the abyss of the universe.

    The tree’s deep roots, like ancient veins,
    Stretched through realms unseen by sight,
    Revealed secrets, primal strains
    Of cosmic mysteries and boundless night.

    The arcane tree, in silence grand,
    Bore witness to eternal change,
    Its branches reached across time’s span,
    Where stars and shadows danced in range.

    From whispered tales of distant spheres
    To secrets draped in midnight’s shroud,
    It held the wisdom of the shadows,
    In stillness, pure and deeply proud.

    Each leaf was a fragment of the whole,
    A tale inscribed in the darkest night,
    Revealing glimpses of dreams and visions,
    Where mystic realms and fantasy unite.

    The arcane tree stood timeless, wise,
    A beacon in the twilight’s gleam,
    A guide to realms where cryptic lore lay,
    And nightmares transcended dreams.

    It sheltered ancient memories,
    Of celestial wonders and fears,
    And every rustle in its leaves
    Spoke of long-forgotten spheres.

    The ancient bark, rough-hewn and scarred,
    Whispered tales of nightmares’ embrace,
    Memories of folly and joy,
    In moments lost, in endless space.

    The arcane tree stood ethereal, sage,
    A glimmer in the twilight’s gleam,
    A portal to realms where the impossible lay,
    And dreams transcended reality.

    In its embrace, the world grew dim,
    Lost in the vast, eternal sweep,
    Where ancient mysteries lured
    And revealed secrets softly seeped.

    A relic of forgotten epochs,
    Guarded realms, both seen and veiled,
    A reminder of stories untold
    In the shadow of profundity where light had failed.

    Every rustling leaf, a tale revealed,
    Every branch, a journey uncharted,
    The arcane tree, in its ancient world,
    Held truths that time had overthrown.

    Beneath its canopy, ghostly wanderers paused
    To seek the wisdom of the past,
    In every knot and ancient flaw,
    A universe of supreme silence cast.

    The nights prolonged, and the moon
    Draped silver sparkles on its form,
    The arcane tree, a timeless rune,
    Guarded through each raging storm.

    Its presence lingered in the dark,
    A symbol of the endless quest,
    A silent guide, an ancient mark,
    In shadows deep where dreams found rest.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Midnight Delight

    Midnight Delight

    Midnight delight of shadows playing games,
    Through the velvet cloak of the night, they sway,
    Whispering trees lie under the moonlight,
    Sharing their haunting secrets with the night.

    Mysterious stars fade in spectral dreams,
    In the hush of darkness, enigmas blossom,
    A feast of midnight delight and abandon,
    Beneath the veil of an ethereal gloom.

    In the abyss of forgotten realms and fantasies,
    Glistening shadows dwell within labyrinths of darkness,
    Lost in the stillness of the night,
    And illuminated only by the silver glow of luminaries.

    Ethereal fragments of love and despair disappear underneath the canopy of the midnight embrace,
    Where shadows and dreams interlace,
    In an eternal dance of illusions and confusion,
    Bound by the whispers of the night’s elusive fusion.

    In the mystical realms where shadows roam,
    Whispers of ancient secrets echo and entwine,
    Entangled in the web of night’s allure,
    Where dreams and truth collide in a cosmic sign.

    In the midst of the dazzling celestial embroidery of stars and moonbeams,
    Lost memories intertwine in an otherworldly prom,
    A clamour of silence and invisible revelry,
    Leading wanderers to realms where enigmas prance.

    Beneath the starlit cloak of midnight’s gaze,
    Illusions dissolve into the abyss of periods past,
    Where each shadow conceals a mysterious story waiting to be revealed,
    In the still embrace of the night’s immensity.

    Whispers of dusk discover the enigmatic wonders of its enchanting spectacle,
    As light and dark sway in a bewitching union,
    In the heart of midnight’s silent daze.

    Midnight delight and delusions become a mirage in the dreams and hallucinations of those who lose themselves in the void of the darkness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Metaphysical Realm Of Words

    In The Metaphysical Realm Of Words

    In the metaphysical realm of words
    Where beauty resides
    My untamed heart with passion abides
    Free verses fly guided by pure and bright emotions

    Words caress my soul
    Like gentle raindrops falling on the ground
    With whispers soft and profound
    Waves of dreams and desires unveil truths and ignite poetic fires

    In the depths of darkness, there is the light
    And eloquence paints the starry night
    Rhymes dance like fireflies in the sky
    Illuminating hearts as they depart towards desire, where all pain ends

    Through the pen, a silent voice expresses the voiceless
    Unveiling the unseen, the forgotten, and the timeless with empathy
    Poems, like melodies, linger in the air
    A symphony of emotions beyond compare

    The capture of moments, fleeting and divine
    Transcending time in each rhythmic line
    Might and grace trap words that are a relief in a world full of strife
    Through verses, reality heals and mends

    In the metaphysical realm of words
    Where thoughts and dreams are ethereal
    I wander through the cosmic maze
    Seeking truths in mysterious ways

    I delve into the depths of the mind
    Where consciousness and spirit bind
    Exploring realms beyond the seen
    Where reality and fantasy convene

    In the metaphysical realm of words, time loses its hold
    As I journey through stories untold
    The boundaries of existence blur
    As I traverse the metaphysical stir

    Visions of alternate dimensions unfold
    As my perception begins to behold
    The interconnectedness of all that is
    In this cosmic prom, where everything lives

    I ponder the nature of reality
    As I unravel the threads of discrepancies
    Seeking the essence that lies within the concealed and unknown
    In the depths of this metaphysical spin

    In the metaphysical realm of words, where thoughts dissolve in the aether
    I embrace the mysteries, day and night
    For in the metaphysical’s embrace
    I find solace, wonder, and endless grace

    So I let myself wander through the darkness and emptiness
    Exploring the depths of the invisible
    Unveiling the secrets that the universe holds
    Mysteries disguised in remembrances are forever kept in a treasure chest.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Unempirical Realm

    An Unempirical Realm

    An unempirical realm
    As a characteristic of nature
    Poetry is an environment of emotions
    It is pretty far from pleonexia
    But extremely close to lavishness
    Wisdom is an ethereal essence
    Created to live a life of bliss and joy
    It is unfathomable and conceivable
    Nature is in everything and nothingness
    Time continues until darkness end
    A day lost in hope is lost forever
    Exhaustion of delight and lust
    An honour of anguish and hopelessness

    An unempirical realm of mystery
    Where the mind is detached and unrestrained
    A lifetime becomes an instant
    Time is unrepeatable
    The world is peaceless
    Recycled wounds are made of illusions
    Grasping the endless void of emotions futilely
    In a universe of solitons and darkness
    The emptiness becomes glorified and celebrated
    A single time of consciousness is enough
    The cosmic waves and oceans are made of ideas
    Everything gets lost in time and forsaken
    Forgotten and eternal worlds

    An unempirical realm of nature
    Enchanted without any meaning
    When every word is denied
    Seeking the beginning
    With rare selfishness and envy
    An intelligible system of life
    A single extraordinary and unknown universe
    Among the several ones
    In acts of worldly senses
    Escaping the sight of light and reality
    The realm of the depths of life
    Nothing to achieve and reach by
    But only the silence of peace

    An unempirical realm
    A landscape of old times
    The egotism of truth and denial
    The void of love and greed
    In search for a space and dimension
    By the inescapable soul enchantment
    With so many fallen dreams and precariousness
    When I perceive the shadows of the stars
    Struggling with every kind of achievement
    A devotion which was lost and recovered
    Holding a vision meant no sympathy
    The essences of life and death are enclosed
    With so many spasms of a new creation.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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