Castles in the air,
An emotional journey inside myself,
Losing faith in humanity,
Always on the edge of survival,
Constantly too aware and sensitive,
It was not essential to know which colour the sky was,
Since, at the end of the day, every sigh and disillusionment arrived as soon as the darkness enveloped my imagination.
Living without windows in my castle in the air,
Living of mysteries and secrets of obscure alcoves,
Every time I did my own journey into the labyrinth of my mind,
Faraway, in the forest of my reminiscences, I lost myself, forgetting who I really was.
Once upon a time, melancholy ensnared me, confining me in a dark dungeon of despair and anguish.
Would have loved to be emotionally unavailable, but it was not the case.
Awakening with no regrets and the folly of fearing every single instant, surrounded only by silence and twilight.
No expectations would have implied any disappointments in the mere illusion of leaving a lasting mark on the ephemeral canvas of existence.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
Tag: poems
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Castles In The Air
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Wondrous Visions
Wondrous visions of haunting nightmares obscured the sacred realm of dreams and desires.
Anguish and despair were willing to accompany compassion in the midst of the darkness of the spirit.
Despite all the pretensions of perfect happiness, the glowing mystery of beauty and sublimity shattered into pieces.
The remnants of broken dreams were scattered into shards of shattered hopes.
Fears and doubts extinguished all the burning flames of enthusiasm, leaving behind only the cold ashes of disillusionment.
Nothing could have changed the gentle misery of folly and obliviousness.
Bewilderment and madness were the only constant shadows of a lonely wanderer.
Wondrous visions of lost dreams and beautiful memories were buried beneath the hollow trees of nothingness.
A perpetual torture of death and destruction annihilated every gleam of delight and joy.
Lights and shadows were cast upon the silent meadows of desolation, building castles of solitude and sorrow.
Teardrops of melancholy and disquietude descended as crimson stains on the forsaken portrait of grief.
A sad melody of deserted desires became a cage of decayed fantasies.
Waves of reveries ranged between reality and dreams, like a gentle breeze meandering through the branches of a twilight forest.
A whispering wind conveyed fragments of forgotten memories, stroking the leaves and swaying the shadows.
The garden of longings became a refuge of wisdom and solitude, offering solace amidst a tumult of thoughts.
In the liminal space betwixt dusk and dawn, the veil between realms blurred, disclosing a domain where the extraordinary became conceivable.
Fragile wonders dissolved into the aether, leaving behind no trace of their existence.
Empty emotions lingered, casting their faint imprints in the void.
A sad shallowness tainted every wondrous vision and marvel, and the passage of time reduced them to ethereal dust.
Arrogant and harassing nightmares ensnared the beauty of the night’s desires.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
In The Eternal Beauty Of Darkness
In the eternal beauty of darkness, dreams and memories were entangled, like fantasies intertwined in an embrace of shadows.
In the stillness of the night’s embrace, lost in the labyrinth of solitude, echoes of bygone whispers lingered, and shadows faded in the abyss of lost memories.
Reveries of passions and sorrows whispered of forgotten tales, and through the veils of time, longings and desires vanished like shadows in the twilight.
In the silent sway of shades, reality disappeared, dreams beckoned, and whispers of eternity emerged from the depths of an infinite abyss.
In the realm of cosmic blisses, a silent fate concealed obscure and inscrutable secrets hidden from mortal understanding.
The mystery of existence mirrored throughout the limitless reaches of perceptions,
Each glimmer was a reflection of the interconnectedness of everything.Stars painted the canvas of the night sky with their radiant glow. Amidst a maze of wonders and surprises, dreams wandered, finding delight in the vastness of the universe.
The allure and solace of solitude were covert in the darkest corners of the cosmos, where light dared not venture through paths shrouded in uncertainty.
In the embrace of dusk, the ethereal essence of every burning flame was an exquisite spark to be unleashed.
In the eternal beauty of darkness, the luminaries seemed their perpetual fate guided by the light of their own inner truth, searching for destinies yet to be written.
In the infinite expanse of the night, where time knew no bounds, echoes of forgotten tragedies swirled around shimmering tars, weaving tales of ancient wisdom and timeless yearnings.
Deep within the shadowy abysses, whispers from bygone eras merged with expectations and emotions transcending time.
As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the nocturnal realms, secrets long buried in the sands of time began to evoke daring endeavours into the unknown.
In the deafening silence of the cosmos and amid the darkness, a sense of wonder and awe enveloped every aspiration, guiding them on a journey of enlightenment.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Crystal Tears
Crystal tears were a gift of betrayal and fear,
Painful anguishes obscured the sky dotted with stars,
While decay silently reclaimed its domain.Longings of lost happiness faded underneath crumbles of dreams,
Life became a nightmare and a relentless onslaught of dread,
Where the shadows of despair obliterated every sparkle of peace and joy.In realms where time surrendered, careless fantasies wandered,
Through fields of whispered dreams, where frets found no dwelling,
In the shadows of the twilight, burdens gently faded.Beneath the astral vault, frights cast aside,
In echoes of forgotten tales, emotions began to soar,
To realms untouched by sorrow, where desires forevermore endured.Through valleys of enchantment, merriments fulfil wishes and expectations,
In the realm of dreams, sealed secrets hid from unknown worlds,
Beyond the veil of reality, where imagination ruled.In enchanted realms, where time halted,
Every wish bends to the dreamer’s might,
For the only boundary lay within fantasies’ reach.A beloved secret touched the dreams with words,
As fragile as it was, feeling like a crystal flower in a valley of agony,
Waiting for a sign in the solitude of the night.The silence of expectation pierced every bliss,
Burning like a flame of darkness and restlessness,
In the glaring darkness, eager to destroy.An overwhelming sadness cast a shadow,
Obscuring the garden of delights with its heavy sorrow,
While a veil of melancholy, in darkness, it wallowed.Nothing seemed intelligible in the mist’s elusive concealment,
Where shadows lingered, and thoughts felt surreal,
A world untethered beyond imagination.Crystal tears fell like teardrops in the moonlight,
Shimmering as they touched the soil,
Casting a mesmerising glow upon the ethereal realm of dreams.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
A Melancholy Stillness
A melancholy stillness obliterated every sensation,
Forlornness was the only lingering emotion in the aether,
Heavy and suffocating.Regardless of the sordid greed hidden behind a veil of envy,
The spring of obliviousness was ever-flowing,
Nourishing ignorance with its deceptive allure.Sad illusions were fading away from hollowed trees of despair,
Leaving behind only echoes of aching emptiness,
And leaving in their wake a haunting silence as the void within grew more profound still.Silent and repressed longings remained confined by cold indifference and fear,
Eager to break free,
Yet trapped within the confines of their own torment.An ethereal and mysterious bliss enkindled gardens of dreams and desires,
Casting a mesmerising glow upon the shadows,
And weaving its enchantment through the dimness of the night.In the heart of night’s embrace, where shadows wandered with grace,
Silence reigned under the shining vault of stars,
Seeking solace in the profound stillness of twilight.In the dead of night, hopes entwined with tears,
Beneath the stars, fears and doubts faded away,
Whilst thoughts drifted in whispers without a trace.Dark shadows cast untold tales,
And mysteries of the night undisclosed themselves,
Under the allure of enchanting spells carrying secrets from afar.In timeless and intangible realms where time stood still,
Instants lingered with tranquil thrills,
Each withered flower sighed in the obscure infinite.Within the depths of twilight’s reign,
Where luminaries their secrets feigned,
In the silent embrace of night’s elusive chaos,
A melancholy stillness lingered in the timeless realms of eventide.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Beauty Of The Night
The beauty of the night descended as a dark veil upon a cloudless sky,
Where resplendent luminaries were silent witnesses to the transcendental essence of eternity,
In the dead of night, blemished senses deceived evocative dreams.Vain fantasies overflowed through the cold emptiness,
Where phoney emotions glimmered in all their splendour,
Vanishing like fog in a frosty and windy darkness behind a cloud of illusions.Echoes of remote sorrows and griefs reverberated in labyrinths of memories,
Where the sublime beauty of the night blended into darkness and decay,
Amidst the beloved realm of slumber and apathy.Forlorn and forsaken was every foolish desire,
Destined to perish under the shadow of regret,
In the abyss of despair where dreams drown.Commendable and enchanting pretensions of true devotion turned to dust,
And all that lingered was a deserted valley of anguish and desolation,
In a silence as deep as the ocean.Faint clouds of narcissism faded into the aether like eerie whispers,
Hovering insidiously in the midst of gloomy longings,
Weaving dark shadows of dreariness.The vanity of wishes and regrets was sparkling and gleaming,
Like stars entwining dreams on time’s worn trail,
While shadows loitered beneath hopes and sorrows.Fleeting joys became bitter revelations,
Silent and furtive witnesses of the heart’s arcane enigmas,
Relics of longings in the night’s hush.A shroud of melancholy draped the sombre skies,
Whispers of sorrow, carried by the wind’s sighs,
Casting a pall over the lively, now subdued realm.Beneath its ethereal veil and delicate allure,
The firmament seemed to pause in anticipation,
As if awaiting a secret whispered only in the stillness of the night.The beauty of the night eclipsed the stars,
And in its splendour, darkness reigned supreme.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
A Shock Of Dismay
A shock of dismay flowed into sadness,
Like pouring rain upon a deserted garden,
Where no flowers were seen,
But only dark leaves of disdain.Midnight roses were scattered across the valley of despair,
When nothing else could have been achieved anymore,
The silence of death descended as the only comfort,
Glimmering and gloomy as a necklace made of diamonds and thorns.The cold solitude of lost instants betrayed every blissful illusion,
Numb souls lost their unnamed loves,
Becoming locked treasure chests,
Without privileged keys to undisclose them.Whispering longings were fading like forsaken memories,
Once belonging to lost hopes and dreams,
Fragile as evanescent clouds in the immense sky,
Where the sun was just an ephemeral pale gleam of light.Tenebrous were the oblivious yearnings of delight,
Veiled from the gaze of envy and shrouded in the whispers of night,
Unconscious of the gentle embraces of the darkness,
Lost in the abyss of a Stygian sky’s silent flight.The ethereal apathy of distant hopes deceived every expectation,
Shattering the mirrors of audacious promises,
The only fleeting chance was the ghostly grief,
Leaving behind a trail of pale regrets in its embrace.In the remote realms of shadows and despair,
Lost in the echoes of gloomy memories,
Each moment died in a flicker of light,
Without any solace or sympathy.A shock of dismay echoed the pang of a soul’s silent plight,
Whenever teardrops of sorrow glistened in the dead of night,
In the stillness of darkness, decay held sway,
A silent witness to time’s relentless play.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Dreary Nights
Dreary nights descended, casting shadows’ shroud,
Whispers were lost in silent clouds,
Stars were obscured by gloom,
And Moon’s pale glow was devoured by doom.Echoes haunted the still serenity,
Secrets were kept in darkness and faded like teardrops on ethereal veils,
Dreams were withered, worn, and torn,
Despair’s silence left souls forlorn.Through misty alleys, memories wandered,
Winds murmured sombre tunes,
Amidst the chaos, hopes fell apart,
Piercing through dark remembrances.In the embrace of endless night,
Dreams ensnared in a morose maze,
Awaiting the dawn’s dismal embrace,
Lost in the void and desolate plight.Enticing yet terrifying desires ensnared loneliness,
Crumbling delusional fantasies and vain loves,
Dismantling all fears and worries,
Until oblivion swallowed every realm.Nocturnal vexations and shock of dismay terrified all the blissful intemperances,
In the sombre glow of the midnight, shadows cast malevolent spells,
Tainting the ethereal dusk with a heavy cloak of melancholy,
Stupor and innocence could not escape from the snare of audacity and cruelty.A glimmer of infinity enlightened the gardens of enchantment,
Casting ethereal shadows upon fragments of time,
The obliteration of illusions draped the scene in solemnity,
Leaving behind a desolate landscape of harsh reality.As sighs of doubt crept through the hallowed silence,
Relentless and unforgiving cynicism shattered deceptions,
While the weight of disillusionment crushed every fragile sparkle of unsteadiness,
Leaving nothing but the unsteadiness of transfigured dreams.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Mournful Whispers
Mournful whispers hid behind gloomy mirrors,
Whenever the ocean of clouds was brimful with sorrows and gaieties,
And all the severities of unpredictable fates became a deluge of frightening despair,
Mysteries unfolded in the silence of night.Solitude overwhelmed the shadows of unconsciousness,
Echoes of forgotten dreams and lost desires vanished,
Shadows lingered in the twilight,
And memories faded like mist in the morning light.Each ethereal sigh became a lament in the darkness,
In the quiet realms where time stood still,
Reflections of memories wavered in the dimness,
Endeavouring for a touch of forsaken splendour.In the hush of midnight, whispers weaved,
Through labyrinths of remembrances, they roamed,
Tracing the contours of the dreams,
Where secrets lay buried, and visions soared.Beneath the glimmers of stars, shadows danced silently,
Casting fleeting illusions upon the realm of darkness,
They whispered secrets only the night could hear,
In the stillness of midnight, echoes of ancient wisdom stirred.And as the moon cast its silver sheen,
Upon the mazes of shadow and light,
The firmament lost every bliss, and sorrow seeped into the universe,
A haunting wail echoed through the endless night.Mournful whispers lingered behind broken mirrors,
Within the darkness and the silence, the void reigned,
Swallowing all fragments of longings and dreams,
Leaving only emptiness, a barren wilderness of lost hopes.A soliloquy of affliction and dismay vexed the nights,
While nightmares entwined with desolation and despair,
Piercing through the abyss of anguish and haunting the slumbers,
Rendering fleeting respites only mere illusions.Dreams became ensnared in a labyrinth of torments,
Where every shadow held the spectre of anguish,
And every mirage was tainted by the darkness of uncertainty and disillusionment.
In the garden of gloom and melancholy, where shadows danced with sorrow,
The agony of solitude mirrored in the eternal nothingness.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Phantasmagoria Amid Darkness
Phantasmagoria amid darkness and dismay,
The sublime was a distant memory,
Obscured by the shadows of despair,
And seeking refuge in the recesses of stupor.In the abyss of uncertainty,
The clamour of uncertainties drowned out whispers of hope.
Fragmented dreams fluttered like spectres,
While echoing through the void.The luminance of transformation shone amidst the endless despair,
In the darkest of times, its glow pierced through the shadows,
Its radiance whispered tales of alchemy and ethereal daring,
In hushed sighs, secrets of metamorphosis swirled and soared.Amid phantasmagoria’s shroud of shadows and distress,
The sublimity lay forgotten, a distant memory fading away.
Obscured by the dimness of despair, expectation sought refuge,
In the recesses of unconsciousness, where dreams refused to yield their secrets.Within the abyss of uncertainty, hesitation clamoured loudly,
Drowning out whispers of hope that once gleamed ethereally.
Fragmented nightmares fluttered like phantoms in the night,
Echoing through the void, the sound of solitude reverberated endlessly.Yet amidst the endless despair, a glimmer did appear,
The lustre of transfiguration dispelled all the fears.
In the darkest of times, its glow transcended through the abyssal darkness,
In tales of alchemy’s whisper, the night shared secrets of magic.In the labyrinth of mirages, reality bent and twisted like a dream,
Illusions softly murmured tales of wonder,
Through mystic mazes of shimmering haze,
Where enchantments of truth and deception intertwined.Mesmerising chaos hid beneath the essence of undisclosed longings,
In an embrace of darkness and light,
Torments bloomed like poisonous flowers in the garden of despair,
Voluptuous and hypnotic, the torments flourished,
Entwining hearts in their intoxicating embrace.
Esther Elizabeth Racah