Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: free-verse

  • Time Slipped Like Sand

    Time Slipped Like Sand

    Time slipped like sand in the ocean
    Silence amplified my thoughts
    I got lost
    Wandering endlessly in a quest for forgetfulness and balderdash
    Since the day I surrendered to chaos and oddities
    I’ve never realised the intention of my fate
    Without any concern about my purposes

    Whenever I looked at the sky there was always something missing inside my heart
    Maybe it was
    Perhaps it was not
    Or would I have been destined to oblivion?
    Confused while I was tasting the bitter nectar of awareness
    I didn’t pay any attention to my pathway

    That I was lost I knew not
    All I could perceive was the sight of a crimson aura all around me and a prosperous garden of splendid crimson roses
    Ravens and crows were flying all around me together with magnificent butterflies

    Time slipped like sand
    And there was no mirror where I could see an image of myself
    It was like my countenance was invisible to every silver surface
    Nonetheless, my real delight relied on the trepidation of my slumber
    During which I strove to touch the stars while I was vexed by the gloomy clouds

    Abruptly the mysterious songs of nocturnal birds woke me up
    Did I know where I was?
    I believe not and it didn’t even matter to me
    The foremost commodity was that the time slipped like sand in the emptiness
    I had forgotten the voices of anthropoids and their shadows didn’t bother me anymore
    Fortunately for me

    I was fortunate to discover that I had got lost in the wilderness of my dreams
    Indeed, I didn’t need to follow any path any longer
    For I was now more than ever unburdened from both my past and my future
    The candles of expectation had gone out
    The sparkles of desires and love had been swallowed by the night that whispered my name no more.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Shadows Of My Dreams

    The Shadows Of My Dreams

    The shadows of my dreams vanished in the emptiness of the night when silence dared to whisper obstreperous secrets.

    So much I coveted to let my fantasy free and untamed that I was willing to let the night sky overwhelm me with its mysterious beauty and fearlessness.

    An enchanted castle was my invisible dwelling where I could play hide and seek with the stars. At the same time, the silver moonlight shone through the crystal chandelier of my empty house.

    The light hid behind the dark shadows, and everything seemed more blurred and phantasmagorical

    The further my imagination travelled, the greater was the confusion that ruled my heart, and finally I was finding leisure while obscured by magnificent clouds

    It seemed to live in the realm of dreams and illusions with no quest for a destination, and no interest in a time-bound domain of decrees

    Time had fallen into oblivion, and nonsense became wisdom, for I was no longer obliged to follow the restrictions of shallow humans

    I was the ruler, and I allowed myself to surrender to the shadows of my dreams as if I were unaware of any consequences

    A realm made of shadows and dreams had become my cherished abode where I could sense protection and immortality

    No mortal could harm me anymore or spoil my treasured dreams because I had by then become out of their reach

    Could I have endured those ephemeral circumstances? I knew not, since I had chosen to live in obliviousness to immerse myself in the ocean of bliss

    The night was a valley of tranquillity, and the silence encouraged me to overcome my fear of being unsteady

    Unquestionably, unsteadiness had become my inevitability, and the infinity of the night’s darkness welcomed me in its majestic embrace, full of the shadows of dreams.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Dead Desires

    Dead Desires

    Dead desires lingered like ghosts,
    Hovering over ruins of faded aspirations,
    The giggles of delight that once filled the air turned to despair,
    A reminder of desires that withered away,
    Like autumn leaves crumbling into dust,
    Beneath the weight of relentless time.

    In the stillness of forsaken dreams,
    Shadows swirled under the tree of hopes that once thrived,
    Weaving through remnants of a forgotten past,
    Each piece of yearning faded into the void,
    As the heart’s vibrant ache succumbed to silence,
    Lost in the echoes of what could have been.

    Days, once painted in vivid hues,
    Became shrouded in muted greys,
    Each moment became a cruel reminder,
    Of warmth that slipped through fingers,
    The chill of time’s cruel embrace
    Froze every hope into lifelessness.

    A single tear traced a path down a cheek,
    Carrying the burden of unfulfilled wishes,
    The heart, once a vessel of fervour,
    Now beat with a hollow rhythm,
    A metronome marking unachieved desires,
    Each tick resonated with loss.

    Dead desires drifted like fallen leaves,
    Words unspoken, deeply felt,
    In the stillness, they hung heavy,
    As the moon illuminated the decay of hope,
    Scattering dreams like ashes in the wind,
    Leaving only shadows of what had been.

    As twilight approached, the air grew colder,
    Each breath was a reminder of dreams abandoned,
    The heart ached for the fire it once held,
    Now, only embers remained,
    Smouldering in the corners of a darkened soul,
    A monument to the dead desires that lingered on.

    In the quiet corners of memory,
    The shadows whispered tales of longing,
    The paths not taken became a haunting refrain,
    As the heart learned to dwell in the silence,
    Embracing the sorrow that filled the void,
    Finding beauty in the ashes of dreams.

    Dead desires echoed through the aisles of time,
    A haunting melody of what might have been,
    Reverberating through the deepest depths of the abyss,
    And, in their sight, the heart understood,
    That within each ember lay a spark of hope,
    A reminder that even in loss, tragedy can unveil meaning.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Inspiration And Creativity

    Inspiration And Creativity

    Inspiration And Creativity

    It is in the night that my mind opens up
    And I feel free to indulge in my illusions
    My perceptions change in the dimension of inspiration and creativity
    And I  meditate about the potentialities I have been gifted
    Even though I might be frightened to make mistakes
    Fears don’t stop me from creating
    Whilst creativity uplifts my spirit
    My mind becomes aware of dreaming
    Although I might fall into the corruption of the self-doubt
    Carefulness doesn’t save me at all in every creative act
    Because I need that the wrongness leads me to unexplored infinities
    Hence I would discover a new side of myself.
    Esther Racah

  • Drops Of Despair

    Drops Of Despair

    Drops Of Despair

    Drops of despair fall like flower petals
    Life is like an endless staircase
    More I learn, and more I am conscious of my unawareness
    Wandering in the dark labyrinth of the memories
    Where I can hear the echoes of my fears and struggles
    Ignoring the future as it is a surrealistic entity
    I decided that my past and my present don’t belong to me
    Indeed I will not be a slave of the time
    And I will let the waves of chaos take me away
    Although the deterioration of my dreams distresses me
    I cannot avoid the dimness of my delusions
    And I endure the endless loss of every expectation.
    Esther Racah

  • Existence

    Existence

    Existence

    Nobody notices who I really am
    How I feel and which thought touches my mind
    Like the wind which caresses the tree chimes waving in different directions
    As they would find some stability for a fraction of time
    And then rapidly they would switch their positions
    Because that is their intrinsic nature
    Change is the way nature and humans try to survive
    Nothing is sure, and instability is the only certainty in this existence
    Despair is the reaction to a reality that cannot be changed
    And which must be accepted once we can change ourselves to avoid pains
    Our inner pains induce a change in our lives
    When life makes us struggle or despair
    Despair leads to our internal improvement and strength
    We wouldn’t improve without despair
    We wouldn’t reach a higher level of our self-consciousness
    Existence doesn’t involve stability
    Each time we get to a stable state
    We lose peace and certitude
    To ascend to the next level in our mind and soul
    The search for stability and happiness is a pure illusion
    Which we always hope to achieve in our existence.
    Esther Racah

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