Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: quest

  • I Forgot How To Smile

    I Forgot How To Smile

    I forgot how to smile
    In this world of pain and disguise
    Masks and phantoms are all around
    Barely pretending to unleash the truth
    When mirrors reflect sparkling golden and silver bonds

    I forgot how to be free
    Not falling into beautified traps with magnificent ceilings
    Listening to the real sound of the wind
    Whenever I breathe the fresh air of solitude
    Dizzy and bewildered in a maze of deception and pitfalls

    I forgot how to fly
    And cover my eyes with the leaves of souvenirs
    Forgetting my name and the soil where I walk on
    Nonsense should be my wisdom
    Until I recognise the beauty of invisibility

    Claustrophobic fears deceive me
    Erasing all the strength I own
    Striving to filter the misery in the lake where I drown
    Silently closing my eyes so that I don’t cry anymore
    Choking in a narrow way where I forgot how to scream

    In the ethereal, unending, and eternal quest
    I seclude myself in the abyss of silence and invisibility
    Unconscious and reckless like a crystal in the deepness of the sea
    No shadows or mirrors are my acquaintances
    With no difference between the day and night

    I forgot how to forget
    Whilst fleeting the shallow castles of idiocy and phenomenon
    Waiting for the paper cards to fold and burn in the fire of fairness
    Once more and forever ignoring the ominous dread of depravity
    Standing like a small leaf falling on the cold soil of the oblivion

    I might have forgotten the slumber of my joyful days
    When I lived in the unconsciousness of my thoughts
    Confident that my soul would be delighted forever in the dimness of the betrayal
    Believing that the toxic clasp of doom would have enlightened my life
    Having become captive to a terrible spectre

    I forgot how to smile with a blank mind and closed eyes
    I might have been able to travel far away
    Once and for all, in the idiosyncratic of my imagination
    Deluding myself in glares and wonders
    When after all, I dwell in a dark hollow, I claim to be my fortress.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Mirror Of The Memories

    The Mirror Of The Memories

    The mirror of the memories
    It would never be the same
    Time kept the past and grew deeper than everything
    As someone else
    Lost in an accustomed truth
    It became a dream with living memories of every past love
    Pain and grief stand in a forgotten place
    A quiet escape where nothing changed
    Dreams become lost everywhere
    Even after an endless quest
    When the world seems without any hope
    In my memory
    I’ve been so far from what I was
    Maybe it was an illusion
    I thought to seek myself because
    the reality is just dreadful

    The mirror of the memories
    Whose secrets create my dreams
    Which can only be found far away
    In a silent dwelling
    Stretching between existence and nothingness
    Where everything is lost
    Through the anguishes in life
    Forevermore
    The feelings occur like different images
    Seizing a chance to endure
    But it is said for something
    Sometimes life can lead away from the joy
    Time might be a truth that comes across
    The past glimpsed the feelings of love
    So far
    How much do I love to understand those mysteries of my mind

    The mirror of the memories I glance
    And hope to touch with my thoughts
    It has no place in time
    Becoming lost and frightened by the
    the reality that has been forgotten
    Flickering like a sunbeam in a warm spring breeze
    The scenery of a summer that I stare
    For a while
    Feeling what would come into my mind
    Striving to seize happiness day by day
    The marvellous merriment of living
    So I would try to love and be filled with flowers
    Like flying bubbles on a lovely day
    Deeming how life is unique and unrepeatable
    Beyond the beginning and the ending
    In the eternity of darkness and light
    Once everything becomes timeless.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah