Tag: poems in English

  • The Fragility Of Life

    The Fragility Of Life

    The Fragility Of Life

    The fragility of life is like scattered fragments of memories
    My mind is lost in the obliviousness, and I become immaterial
    I find my haven in solitude and wilderness
    I remain bewildered because of the anguishes I endure
    Fears become my constant companions
    Loneliness can sometimes be arduous
    Loneliness can sometimes be a choice
    Life is like a candle flame that will be extinguished
    Everything perishes, and dreams become mere illusions
    Derealization can be a way to connect with my true self
    Sometimes knowledge can be a regression
    Passions enslave and love decays
    Sincerity can deceive, and insolence can empower
    Boldness can be frailty, and idiocy can be mistaken for talent
    Banality can be mistaken for wisdom
    It isn’t worth following the fads
    Awards and praises will not come from it.
    Esther Racah

  • Flowers Falling Over Me

    Flowers Falling Over Me

    Flowers Falling Over Me

    Flowers are falling over me like a soft and warm rain
    Doubts and sorrows dissolve like the morning fog
    When the sunset light up, the blue sky
    Now and forever, I will cherish joys and sorrows like a cherished treasure
    None of the stars knows our destiny as a mysterious secret maze
    In an endless agony, I lie amid the uncertainties
    Tension and concern can be delightful like lavish rose blossoms
    Beauty and lust overwhelm me
    Now that the luxury of the exquisite universe blinds me
    I totally give up control of my mind and my body
    A sublime ecstasy of irrationality and unpredictability dominates the senses
    Passions and vulnerabilities bloom like magnolia flowers
    Splendid purple roses and candid white lilies fall from the sky
    Stars and hopes adorn the firmament
    I cannot hear my own breathing because of the roaring wind
    In a surrealistic flourishing of pleasure and grief
    Splintered fragments of my soul vanish in the desolation
    I don’t feel any more pain
    I don’t feel any more joy
    Nothing can surprise me anymore
    I cannot change the reality
    I’m not too fond of the truth
    All that I need is the illusion of a dream in an ethereal moment
    In my dreams, I let go of the past
    And I can giggle at the sound of the flowers falling over me.
    Esther Racah

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