Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

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  • 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

  • Softly Dreaming

    Softly Dreaming

    Softly dreaming of irreversible nightmares
    And forgetting
    Dazed and bewildered
    Seeking truth and deception at the same time
    All that I really need is an exquisite deception that helps me escape far away to a land that never existed, but in my imagination

    And so I pursued my journey into the unknown forest of dreams
    Keeping in my heart the certitude that I can manifest all my longings, along with my anguish and fears
    Wonders were hidden everywhere if I wished to

    Nevertheless, there couldn’t be a safe place for my fantasies
    May I have been allowed to dream for once?
    Or was I too demanding?
    At last, the stars were guiding me somewhere in a wonderland where I could be preferably delighted

    It wasn’t just a quest for bliss and oblivion
    It was a pursuit of a complete transformation
    To lose myself in chaos and illusions was as necessary as softly dreaming in complete obliviousness
    Not paying any tribute to fear and dread
    But only gathering my loyal phantoms as guardians of my heart

    Gently, the haze surrounded me to soothe my aching soul whenever I pretended to please myself in the world of humankind’s ludicrousness
    In truth, I was lying to myself because my fantastic aura couldn’t ever conform to human codes
    And therefore, I traversed the portal of nowhere that took me to my realm of sugar-coated romance and poetry

    Was I a foolish creature of heavenly longings?
    I knew not…nevertheless, I might have been under the spell of an obscure enchantment
    Although the wind never betrayed me, displaying me majestic clouds and marvellous luminaries
    Whenever the night sky allowed me to discover its mysteries

    It came the time when night and day became a marvel, like an exquisite seashell from the ocean floor, whispering its secrets to my soul as if we were acquainted from a remote existence
    Dreaming and sighing, I surrendered to the soft lullaby of the waves, captivating my quietness
    Now that I’ve disclosed my dearest fondnesses
    Softly dreaming
    In the endless dusk surrounding me.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Sparkling Darkness

    Sparkling Darkness

    Sparkling Darkness ruled the realm of the night
    Whenever the shadows whispered in the night
    Unveiling secrets like little shining gems
    While the moon was glimmering in the sky inhabited by spirits and stars
    Surrounded by clouds and hazy images
    Magnificence made every flower bloom in the secrecy of the night
    Only when the mystery was enlightened by candles for those who dared to venture into the kingdom of chimaeras and enigmas
    Where nothing could have been revealed effortlessly in the daylight to mortal sights

    I was proceeding with an unsteady step as I felt the sparkling darkness opening the path to me, with flying dragons chaperoning me at the magic light of lanterns
    The delightful flowers I encountered brightened like glistening luminaries that captivated me with their exquisite scent and unique beauty
    Enchanted castles and precious gems were not just visions but the manifestation of my extravagant dreams
    I have become the queen of this supernatural and bewitching realm that came into existence from my nocturnal imaginations
    Every desire I have always coveted dearly became tangible as my fantasy had transformed into reality

    In this infinite darkness of my cherished dreams, nothing was impossible, and my extraordinary fate never ceased to surprise me
    There was no uncertainty nor fear in this world of mine, where I could feel safe and protected
    Gargoyles made of ancient stone came to life to breathe magic and infinity
    While the cool breeze of the night softly stroked my long hair, enfolding me like a delicate shawl made of lace and tulle
    The sparkling darkness that bore fear for the ordinary mortals had become my secret haven, where nobody could ever have found me
    Invisible as I was to the human gaze, but visible to the mythical creatures attending my journey

    And therein I remained, as I was embodying the darkness and the night
    Unknown was my future since my dazed destiny had paved intricate routes for me to traverse
    Like in an endless journey where I was embracing every pristine and bizarre novelty
    There was more to come and nothing to fear any longer
    Because there was no beginning or end anymore.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Portal Of Oblivion

    The Portal Of Oblivion

    The portal of oblivion stood in the garden of secret desires
    Castaway as I was in the dizziness of the loss and grief
    I strove to grab some earth mixed with mud to feel the emptiness of that desolate place
    Where only ghosts dared to inhabit during the desolate nights of a summer
    Silence was disrupted by the steady wind, bringing some fresh relief to the tired trees
    While the moonlight rays glimmered over the flowerbeds

    No surprise could have overcome my quietness
    Now that I was embracing my golden seclusion
    Outlying the fatuous and polluted world of mortals
    Lost in the mangroves of my worries and thoughts
    After fear had left its imprints everywhere
    Wishing I could leave my past self behind the portal of oblivion once I had traversed it
    I felt like no tragedy could ever happen to me
    Although I was willing to take the risk
    Since I was used to living in the uncertainty

    I fell into a deep slumber, and I dreamed gibberish
    I felt deep inside that I couldn’t have protected myself from my fate
    For everything I was destined to was beyond my imagination
    Like a wanderer without a destination, I couldn’t discern where I really wanted to be because I couldn’t know what I was truly feeling inside my heart
    It was like I came to be an inanimate statue made of ice and crystal

    The more I wanted to know, the more I lost my memories
    In the effort to survive all the storms of life and the wicked tragedies
    I have transformed into a storm myself
    Powerful yet ephemeral like a summer night raindrop
    My heart has turned into a crystal gem, and I couldn’t feel any sensation of frostiness or warmth
    For I was an evanescent creature of that realm of dreams and coveted chimaeras
    Beyond the portal of oblivion.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A storm of forsaken longings overwhelmed my humble slumber in a torrid night
    I lost myself in the garden of daring dreams
    I proceeded to embrace my transformation
    I became a creature of the night and the custodian of the most secret enigmas of the stars
    So dazzlingly dark the night sky had become
    That I forgot every dream of mine
    A lullaby enchanted me and I dared not feel any anguish
    Unaware of what wisdom could have taught me
    While I lived on the scent of the flowers of illusion
    Willing to come to be a bloom blushing under the moonlight

    A storm of forsaken longings appeared in my night dreams
    As if I were bound to an endless labyrinth of delusional enthusiasm
    Whenever a bitter apprehension emerged like a ghost, it made me feel like a seashell made of sand and wind
    Under the influence of all the whims of my unsteady fate
    Hence, I felt the urge to embrace my chaos and vulnerability
    Although I was fragile like a snowflake
    I never ceased to endure the challenges of my destiny
    So much I had coveted to take a look at the crystal orb retaining all the riddles of my future
    That I wished to be a witch ruling the realms of the sea and sky

    I had always questioned all the mirrors encountered in my quest to discover my true self
    I really yearned to catch a glimpse of my real image
    But I have never been allowed to rest my gaze on those silver surfaces
    I had become a mystery to myself
    I never made an acquaintance with my soul
    And my heart could have known more than me what I truthfully was
    Even when the ocean breeze had whispered my name, I couldn’t understand what the great mystery of existence was.
    I felt infinite and finite at the same time.
    An everlasting flame embodied my passions, which not even the most fierce storm could ever extinguish.
    No forsaken longings.
    Only crimson roses blooming under a starry sky.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Abyss of Silence

    The Abyss of Silence

    In the abyss of silence, where shadows rule,
    I wandered through the darkness, consumed by the night.
    No comfort to tether me, no compass to be found,
    Just the pulse of my dismay, a mournful sound.

    Secrets and spells, long buried and lost,
    Became reminders of dreams that were tossed.
    In the abysm of the stillness, my thoughts came to life as visions,
    As clouds on edges where memories strive.

    The walls closed in tighter, a prison of stone,
    As I wandered the hallways where night turned to day.
    In the abyss, a spark was unearthed,
    A glimmer of longings in the obscure and endless darkness.

    I searched for messages, for letters of the past,
    Each thorn was a reminder that no delight can last.
    The stillness enveloped me, solemn and profound,
    A consolation in knowing I could finally weep.

    The stars blinked above, everlasting and inextinguishable flames of glare,
    Mocking the darkness that swallowed the night.
    I embraced the abyss that I knew as ruthless,
    Since in silence, I found a connection so boundless.

    The solitude wrapped me in veils of time,
    Where sorrow and stillness began to rhyme.
    Each moment a treasure, each breath a release,
    In the abyss of silence, I stumbled on serenity.

    So I lingered in darkness, a spectre unseen,
    Where the vestige of silence weaved shadows serene,
    Whispers of sorrow in the cold, hollow air,
    A chilling embrace of despair everywhere.

    In the gloom of the night, where clouds and shadows entwine,
    I discovered the beauty in the stillness, divine.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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