Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: poems in English

  • The Maze Of My Dreams

    The Maze Of My Dreams

    The Maze Of My Dreams

    The maze of my dreams is my secret realm
    Where absurdity and rationality gather in harmony
    Being awake with thousands of tears burning my face
    I realise that my only safe shelter is my imagination
    Faraway from a frigid and ruthless reality
    The maze of my dreams is an invisible place with no physical dimensions
    Over there, illusions are material, and my dreams become heartfelt
    No matter if I might lose all the time of my life
    I will keep dreaming surrounded by deceptive illusions
    Feeling futile and incomprehensibly alienated from this society
    Faraway from human sight, I am like a shapeless drop of water
    My appearance deceives everyone, and I can take any shape I wish
    I blend with the royal blue sky of the night
    And I take advantage of the shining of the stars.
    Esther Racah

  • Waiting The Night

    Waiting The Night

    Waiting The Night

    Waiting the night with its dark awareness
    The fog descends, dimming the lights and colours
    Restless is my mind wandering in the abstraction
    A whirlpool of nightmares entraps me
    Bound with all disquiet and eagerness
    My mood swings like the several shades of the sky
    Infinite is the darkness keeping majestic secrets
    Hollow is my soul as I lose myself in the wilderness of sorrow
    More than ever, I can rely on my senses of chaos and fear
    Not at all aware of my blank destiny
    Hopes and dreams fade away at the sight of consciousness
    Life is abstractly away like a gleaming star in the universe
    I persist in becoming who I can be
    I persevere in fleeing my obligations and duties
    My soul is dark as the deepest night
    My mind is a victim of a cruel bewilderment
    Floating in the sea of the uncertainty
    I strive to survive, anchoring myself to the beauty of art.
    Esther Racah

  • The Unadorned Truth

    The Unadorned Truth

    The Unadorned Truth

    The unadorned truth hangs from the tree of life
    Dry branches break when facing a gust of wind
    Shivering emotions fluctuate in the ethereal world of the senses
    Far from the common discernment of the reality
    The truth is an inaccessible treasure
    Only time and wisdom can unveil it
    Humbleness is a silent and invisible virtue
    It hides somewhere in the soul
    But the external noise hushes it
    The stars gleam timidly in the dark blue of the night
    When dismay is ineluctable, darkness is my haven
    My heart is in grief and my mind in the obliviousness.
    Esther Racah

  • Losing Everything

    Losing Everything

    Losing Everything

    Losing everything I try to cherish
    Every treasure has been taken away from me
    Loss can sometimes be gain
    And grief can sometimes be a relief
    So many emotions constellate the firmament of the soul
    As stars shining in different colour shades
    The incorporeal layers which coat my thoughts vanish with the time
    Astonishment and perplexity lead my life as I wander blindfolded
    Even when I strive to refrain from anxiety
    I fall into a bottomless pit of agony
    Surrounded by torments and fears
    I surrender to stupor and melancholy
    And as I try to flee
    The dreadfulness of life chases me down
    I give way to exhaustion and despair.
    Esther Racah

  • Plastic Faces

    Plastic Faces

    Plastic Faces

    Plastic faces mimic a seductive emptiness
    Solitude is a trap that makes us thirsty for attention
    Pride feeds on superficial knowledge
    While vanity subjugates the eyes
    Artificiality is the new trend
    And superficiality is the new attire
    Nowadays, faces are similar to assembled cars
    Plastic ducks desperately seek attention from a shallow multitude
    Since individuality and imperfections are the enemies of this society
    Everything must be smooth and polished like shining plastic
    The store of our patriarchal society sells faces and bodies
    Plastic shells please hollow minds
    Image is everything, and content is shallow
    We should treasure culture like an exquisite gem
    Nevertheless, the ordinary flow of banality brutalises everything
    The capitalism and exploitation of individuals created this society
    Persons are considered soulless numbers without a name
    Members of a crowd of anonymous who are just invisible nobodies
    Silence is consent and the origin of anguish
    Everyone should be responsible for a change
    Society should not be based anymore on lookism
    The vicious superficiality feeds on ignorance and indifference
    Society should erase every kind of discrimination and bigotry
    We should empower intellectualism and erudition
    Individuality and integrity should not sink in the mud of stupidity
    And being poetry ethereal and metaphysical
    It feeds arid souls in a desolate reality.
    Esther Racah

  • The Stillness Of Life

    The Stillness Of Life

    The Stillness Of Life

    The stillness of life is like a steel sculpture
    Cold and immovable is the course of the events
    No emotion can perturb the fate
    As it is like a constant and perpetual motion
    Like the falling of silvery snowflakes
    Swirling under the influence of cold winds
    Hallucinations are daydreams of insoluble enigmas
    Life flows like a waterfall
    The silence is my haven
    The noise destroys my soul and mind
    Too many words are worthless, like dust falling down
    Despair doesn’t seek a solution
    Since it feeds on an irrational need for peace
    Vulnerability and frailty produce a burst in my mind
    And I try to tolerate the inevitable fate.
    Esther Racah

  • A Red Windflower In The Snow

    A Red Windflower In The Snow

    A Red Windflower In The Snow

    When difficulties gather around me
    I discover my strength in my fragility
    Like a tiny red windflower growing in the snow
    Disenchantment is my beauty mark
    And shyness is my devoted shield
    Invisibility is my enchanting realm
    I hide in the meadow of the silent words
    Which bloom like flowers on a quiet starry night
    My unconsciousness grant me an illusionary joy
    I love to lie to myself, becoming a fool
    It is challenging to look in the mirror of truth
    Because the disenchantment would transfigure my soul
    And so I pretend that I don’t have anything to worry about
    I laugh and dream about being away
    In a metaphysical place
    And I stop to think because thinking is corruption
    I wonder how it is possible to remain in a blissful stillness
    Relishing the silly perfection of a life without the capability of thinking
    Then there wouldn’t be anything that would deserve so much attention and devotion
    My anxiety and grief would become mere memories of a decadent existence
    And I would strive to survive like a tiny red windflower in the snow.
    Esther Racah

  • In The Dimness Of My Dreams

    In The Dimness Of My Dreams

    In The Dimness Of My Dreams

    In the dimness of my dreams
    I can be free, and I find my own place
    A place which is mine and mine only
    A place that is inaccessible and secret
    In this utopia, I can lose all my fears
    And I don’t have to pretend to conform to any custom
    Because this illusory and concealed haven is in my mind
    The infinite shades of words and colours give form to unusual artworks
    In this hideout, I can create my art and poetry
    It gives me hope to enlight my life
    Obliterating every source of anguish
    Hence I let my strength be my guidance
    And I let my mind wander in the garden of the intuitions.
    Esther 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

  • 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

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