Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: silent

  • Lost In The Desert Of My Mind

    Lost In The Desert Of My Mind

    Lost in the desert of my mind

    Wandering nowhere
    In the incertitude of the night
    Time is defeating me silently
    I am keeping myself silent and invisible right now
    Like a quiet breeze coming from the sea
    Every instant is a lifetime
    I need something that pushes me to the edges of my sanity
    Being stuck like a sailboat on a pond
    On a misty day in a dreary autumn
    I am perpetually lost in the desert of my mind
    Detached from the realm around me
    I can finally fall into the deepest and deadliest dream of my life
    Careless about pains and death
    Being aware of the chance of human misery loss.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Chasing Clouds

    Chasing Clouds

    Chasing Clouds

    Chasing clouds on a cold winter night
    All the hearts go flying up to the sky
    The wind whispers the untold truth
    The stars cling to the firmament silently
    Whilst the spirits wander obliviously in the emptiness
    The darkness swallows every spark of light
    Every desire disintegrates the bond of the obliteration
    Shattered clouds by deep shadows’ waves
    When the unknown obscurity embraces the eternity
    In the illusion of an instant that pierces the blurred sky
    The last fragments of an endless dream clash
    And every small desire seeks to bloom in memories
    Collapsing into the dark edge of a boundless universe.
    Esther Elizabeth 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

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