Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: poesy

  • Hopeless

    Hopeless

    Hopeless

    Hopeless as I feel
    I perceive the emptiness of the dreams I didn’t realise
    Because it was arduous to believe in them
    Hence I have nothing to say but spare written words
    Words that keep me alive and conscious
    Nothing else is worthy of consideration
    Nothing else is worthy of belief
    Indeed every trust and hope is gone
    And I live a lifeless existence made of aborted dreams
    Dreams which are never going to be born
    It is too complicated to achieve something in this life
    It is too arduous to carry this burden alone
    Pleasures are just an illusion of the mind
    There are only sorrow and exhaustion
    I am senseless and apathetic
    Being surrounded by books and scattered notes
    As I realise my inner silence
    I can only succumb to the heaviness of their countless words
    There is a lot to discover in ourselves
    It is up to us to seek our inner peace and happiness
    Many reasons give us the life we own
    Few reasons can be intelligible
    Since most of them are inexplicable
    Although sometimes I feel hopeless, I rejoice in it
    Indeed, I wouldn’t exist without my crushed dreams.
    Esther Racah

  • Anymore

    Anymore

    Anymore

    I feel discontented
    My soul wanders
    Being aimless in every attempt to pretend a form of happiness
    It is too ambitious to aspire for a serenity that got lost
    Now and forever, the pains blend with all kinds of feelings
    And writing is the only way to survive
    Living in the poetry rhymes
    Not human anymore
    Not corporeal anymore
    In this process, no physical sense takes part
    The time stopped to breath
    Day and night are melt
    And the sun plays with the moon in the dizzy sky
    My eyes are open, and I gasp, holding my breath
    My feelings are frozen
    I cannot perceive any physical sensation
    My mind is in confinement
    And my only liberty dwells in my silent words
    Scattered like water drops on a meadow
    My lyrics are free to fly away from the absurdity of this physical world.
    Esther Racah

  • Torments

    Torments

    Torments

    Torments are everywhere
    Whenever I’m aware of my existence
    I lose my mind becoming unconscious
    Trapped in obnubilate nightmares
    Wrapped up in a dark mist of dreams
    No one can relieve my pains
    No one can rescue me from this endless struggle
    Besotted with intoxicating visions
    Falling into the darkest delusions
    The most intense passions are mere deceptions
    I decide to abscond to another reality that is waiting for me
    This time there are no torments
    Vanities and illusions fade away like evanescent clouds
    I’m more dazed than ever
    And suddenly, the dark space around me glows
    Astonished at the sight of silky gold wallpapers
    Sparkling mirrors and exquisite antique artworks
    Being the floor covered with embroidered velvet carpets
    In front of me, a majestic and shiny staircase lit up
    Once at the top, I found myself at a marble terrace
    There I could admire the most magnificent moon I’ve ever seen in my life
    This spectacle moved me to tears
    It was like a dainty painting
    My emotions could not refrain from blossoming
    And I could only be bewitched by the beauty surrounding me
    But on the spur of the moment, a terrible feeling of oppression arose
    And all my torments greeted me     ceremoniously
    They became nightmares which surmounted me unmercifully
    Bare branches of a tree obscured the brightness of the moon
    And I returned to my ancestral torments.
    Esther Racah

  • Lost In My Mind

    Lost In My Mind

    Lost In My Mind

    Lost in my mind, I found myself
    Voyaging through a vast sea of thoughts
    I lost my direction in this universe
    I lost the purpose of this life
    Nothing can be recognisable
    Everything is lost and bemused
    I found myself lonely in a garden of solitude and despair
    Yesterday and tomorrow became one essence
    Time was only a chimaera
    A dreadful storm was brewing
    Lost in my mind, I couldn’t emerge from this turmoil
    Corruption and innocence gathered together
    The magnificent stars constellated the firmament
    With their veiled and unrevealed beauty
    I was swinging from fear to fear
    In a life that doesn’t get acquainted with plans nor hopes
    I can only enjoy my evanescence in the labyrinth of my dreams
    My soul is held captive in such distress
    Lonely and lost, I was wandering in the dark universe
    I remain speechless since the stars were staring at me
    Dancing stars blazing in the night sky
    I fell over a bush of roses more bewildered than ever
    And I was delighted and enchanted
    Being besotted with their insolent fragrance
    I lost my senses, and I blended in with crimson and blush roses
    It was a beautiful and marvellous dream
    Lost in my mind, I dwelled on this fantasy
    Exquisite and alluring roses surrounded me
    Nothing else mattered
    I got lost in my mind being careless of the consequences
    In an aura of enchantment and delight
    Crimson and blush roses captivated me.
    Esther Racah

  • Crimson Roses

    Crimson Roses

    Crimson Roses

    There is a garden of crimson roses
    The moon is radiant and bright
    I’m lost in a dark and gloomy oblivion
    Crimson roses are an oasis of delight where my heart rejoices
    Whenever my heart bleeds, the poetry comforts me
    My poetry is the only expression of my soul
    I lose myself in the hollowness
    I seek beauty and sublimity 
    There is a subtle way to connect with my spirit
    It mostly happens in the ethereal world
    Where souls can find a connection
    Life is an abridged burden
    I remain in the hush, and magnificence is in my eyes
    Sorrow and euphoria are my constant companions
    I live in my dreams, and it’s not so arduous to find me
    Distances disappear since, in the intangible world, space annihilates
    In the meantime, I find my bliss in crimson roses and poesy.
    Esther Racah

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