Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: poesy

  • Drifted Away

    Drifted Away

    Drifted Away

    Drifted away in an abstract dimension
    My soul wanders in the eternity
    The shining blue sky surrounds the bright golden sun
    My intangible thoughts are like colourful brush strokes
    Even when everything is still and timeless
    All the distress and concerns vanish
    I feel free and ready to rebuild my castle of dreams
    Dreams which I previously threw away as useless pebbles
    Destiny stares at me behind an arcane veil
    Sometimes memories are burdens
    To avoid disappointment, it is unnecessary to have expectations
    Life cannot be described with words
    Since it’s much more complex than it
    Irrational is the way I embrace occurrences that I cannot control
    Learning to endure adversities in a bitter silence
    While the tumultuous river of circumstances swallows me
    It is challenging the attempt to avoid drifting away.
    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

  • Writing My Soul Down

    Writing My Soul Down

    Writing My Soul Down

    Writing my soul down while it is raining
    The dark night appears like a vast stormy ocean
    Expectations defeat me as I dream each day and night
    Being emotionally paralyzed, I wait for the moment I can rely on my senses
    Sometimes the perfection might be in the imperfections
    Sometimes it would be better to be wary rather than foolish
    Humbleness should replace arrogance
    Honesty should replace dissimulation
    Exhaustion might hide anguish and grief
    Nowadays, popularity and lavishness classify people
    Idiocy and platitude endangers arts and culture
    The most important values of this society are to be popular and wealthy
    Everything can be buried in the abyss of the ineptitude
    All that I can do is write my soul down, scribbling notes.
    Esther Racah

  • 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

  • The Cold Humiliation

    The Cold Humiliation

    The Cold Humiliation

    The cold humiliation
    The freezing of my body
    My body like a dead leaf
    In pain and humiliation
    Amid blood and shreds
    I wanted to forget
    I tried to wash away the shame
    I never spoke
    The silence was my way to pretend that nothing happened
    And that I deserved it
    As a punishment for my submission
    A silent acceptance of the pain and desecration
    The blood was like the quiet lament of my body
    Violated and shredded in pieces
    Beauty and femininity as frailty
    The desire to be outside a violated body
    The dream to fly far away from this physical world
    The pain became the awareness of low self-esteem
    I’m exposing myself, showing my pain
    My weakness and disgrace are my witnesses
    I’m not afraid of being judged
    Afflicted by mortification
    I was, and I am broken
    Torn to shreds
    The cry of pain is a loud echo
    Which is always inside me.
    Esther Racah

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