Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: poesy

  • My Innermost Thoughts

    My Innermost Thoughts

    My Innermost Thoughts

    Sometimes I remember much more that I would need
    Sometimes I would prefer not to write at all
    In this way, I don’t reveal anything about myself
    Each time I express my emotions with my penned words
    It is like I expose myself showing my innermost thoughts
    Taking off all those numerous protective garments enwrapping me

    I was born to bear grief and anguishes silently
    Pretending that nothing happened
    Pretending that everything would be the outcome of my imagination
    Life is a delightful mystery and gift
    It would be easier to obscure the reality with the darkness of my dreams
    Since only in the gloomy dreams I can find my peaceful haven.
    Esther Racah

  • My Words

    My Words

    My Words

    There are not enough words in the dictionary
    To describe all my emotions and mindsets
    Most of the time, silence is the way I express myself
    And I stay idle like a dead leaf floating on the smooth watery surface of a lake
    Memories, good and bad ones, drag me into a timeless place, which is all mine
    And where I can stay until my consciousness brings me back to reality
    I will always question myself over and over
    Wondering if it is worth sharing my feelings
    And pondering whether unknown strangers will understand my thoughts
    Sometimes I am afraid of revealing too much about myself
    Nevertheless, my words are the only things that remain of me.
    Esther Racah

  • Cold Raindrops

    Cold Raindrops

    Cold Raindrops

    I felt the cold raindrops becoming hot once they melted with my tears
    I felt like a small part of that constant rain pouring on me
    It is like I cannot feel any pain
    My mind is blank, and I also forget my name
    A silent bunch of silent words which will last forever
    A voiceless collection of lyrics that store all my feelings
    Thoughts are like the rain
    They appear in my mind without notice
    They are the unheard voice of my mind
    Solitude is a reminder of the humbleness of life
    Cold raindrops are a remembrance of the foolishness of my illusions
    Utopia is my haven whilst my dreams turn into dust
    Once I realised that I live in a fictitious world
    Where everyone runs after an exasperated existence.
    Esther Racah

  • In The Chasm Of Anguishes

    In The Chasm Of Anguishes

    In The Chasm Of Anguishes

    In the chasm of anguishes
    My soul wanders in a desolate immensity
    Faraway, I can hear the echo of a storm
    A violent tempest obscures all the realm
    In silence, I wait immobile
    My memories seize me and entrap me
    Now anguishes and grief welcome me
    And I lose control of my discernment
    Never I will reacquire my old self again
    I became a new person
    Although I am a turmoil of emotions
    Being a soul wandering in a noplace
    I consider each moment of life as a small step
    A minor step to advance in the knowledge of the material world
    I have to abandon my utopistic world made of absurd dreams
    I feel the fears like a frozen wall made of steel
    In the torpour, I try to find a reasonable sense of this life
    All those pains and anguishes build a chasm
    A chasm swallowing every hope and ambition of mine
    The coldness and the darkness of this material reality are overwhelming
    Now I only feel disquiet, and I will never feel safe.
    Esther Racah

  • The Apotheosis Of My Illusions

    The Apotheosis Of My Illusions

    The Apotheosis Of My Illusions

    The apotheosis of my illusions
    When I pretend to conform to absurd customs
    Laying in an algid iron cage while I dream of freedom
    Trying to protect the essence of myself
    I cling to my excessive determination
    And once I release my scream of despair
    I become an ethereal creature
    Surrounded by glistening stars
    Gracefully I embrace my griefs
    Since I am made of my own dreams and anguishes
    Silently I compose my chant of foolishness
    Letting the oblivion fooling me
    Forgetting about who I am
    I become aware that eternity strokes my soul
    As I detach from the material finiteness
    All my senses melt like snowflakes
    As soon as I become part of the sublime
    Unwinding my dreams and avoiding all the chains
    I attempt to disentangle myself from my illusions.
    Esther Racah

  • Overrated Fears

    Overrated Fears

    Overrated Fears

    Overrated fears of future declines
    As the darkness gives way to the light
    In a play of highlights and shadows
    In the ambivalence of the unconsciousness
    Whilst the desires dominates the senses
    And my restlessness feeds my fantasies
    I cease to live a present instant
    Because I nullified the time
    Free and insensate, I can release my impulses
    Instinctively I navigate through the deformities of my thoughts
    I feel so close to my naive inspiration
    And I don’t care to please other’s impression
    The nights belong to my poetry
    The nights belong to my dreams
    When my uncontrolled feelings fiercely flow
    Like a wild rushing waterfall
    Sweeping away all my fears
    And chasing all my dreams
    As soon as they become absurd, chimaeras
    Whilst they materialise in the sublimity of chaos.
    Esther Racah

  • Dust And Deception

    Dust And Deception

    Dust And Deception

    Dust and deception is all I have left
    Everything I built became dust
    Everything I dreamt of became a deception
    Nothing remains in my heart
    Which is aiming to gleam like the stars in the night
    Blank is my mind like the dark void
    Which is not able to rebuild a castle made of dreams
    Disquiet is my mind so engaged in anxiety and haste
    As soon as I perceive the light of a new hope
    It crumbles to pieces like a crystal bowl
    Hence suspended in a spasmodic expectation
    I am lured to the cynicism as a peeled orange
    Which will wither with the time
    And while I am captivated by regrets and discomforts
    Life flies like a rushing torrent amid a quiet forest.
    Esther Racah

  • 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

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