Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: soul

  • Infinity Stones: Global Pandemic

    Infinity Stones: Global Pandemic

    These fictional stones which don’t even exist,
    Had me wrap my head around what I call thought.
    A thought that went from what if to why not and then to god no.

    Yes, what if they existed for real, and why not?
    Time, Reality, Space, Power, Mind and Soul,
    We could have borrowed from their infinity to end this something that feels so endless.

    God, no…
    People are dying,
    Souls are crying.
    Even if my heart’s lying to me that everything is going to be just fine when my mind is worried to the core and shattered to death by the current reality of everything around me.

    Life’s never been so surreal when everything really is just turning into ashes in a snap of fingers.
    I’m scared, scared to death, and shook to my core.

    – Manish Rohan James

  • As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I forget to have fear
    My desires overwhelm me
    And my passions burn my soul alive
    Until I vanish into the oblivion
    Becoming evanescent
    Nobody can see me
    Nobody can touch me
    What remains of me
    It is only the memory of a part of me
    Which the material world stole from me
    They grabbed only fragments of myself
    Never my whole self
    They wanted to grab insanely pieces of me
    But they never touched my soul
    Being always hidden inside a rose bush full of thorns.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Blooming Flowers

    Blooming Flowers

    Blooming Flowers

    Blooming flowers
    Blooming roses, jasmines and tuberoses
    In all their beauty
    In my secret flower garden
    All the white and crimson shades
    And the delicate pink hues
    All over the soft and fragile petals of my flowers

    Lost in my dreams
    And forever bound there
    My imagination enslaves me
    As I am enchanted by the intoxicating scent of tuberose and jasmine
    My consciousness becomes a pure illusion
    And my creativity seals the box where I am trapped in
    Trying to forget my past and erase all the memories

    My dreamlike existence becomes my wickedness
    My longings become my fragility
    My soul is a blooming flower
    Which vanishes in a cloud of dreams
    I don’t exist, except in my fantasy
    I desire
    Hence I exist.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • My Heart Overflows With Love

    My Heart Overflows With Love

    My Heart Overflows With Love

    My heart overflows with love
    And my body is wholly subjugated to my crazy passions
    How many times do I have to die and be reborn with a new soul
    If there is hope, I might often have lost it
    The grief is a sweet melody that hypnotises my heart
    As I cease to dream, I slowly descend into the darkest abyss of despair and emptiness
    Where I find pleasure every time my soul is torn into pieces, and my heart perpetually agonises
    Sometimes I might be too intense
    Sometimes I might be too passionate
    Anguish and pain provoke spasms in my soul
    And each time, I feel overwhelmed and powerless
    Even in the dark night, my passions never cease to burn my heart
    Torments never desist from crashing my heart
    And emptiness is constantly swallowing me
    Until I fall lifeless on the shadow of myself.
    Esther Racah

  • The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The struggle is part of my life
    As well as my desire to love and be loved
    My poetry is the reflection of my soul
    I am too shy to exist
    And I might be obsessed with passionate love
    My feelings are always intense
    Like a deep crimson rose garden
    Flowers could be one of my obsessions
    My ardent desire pierces my soul
    Shattering it into pieces
    I would love to be a bright star in the obscurity of the night
    I would love to be a sublime orchid lost in a lush tropical garden
    I never stop to wonder about life
    Dreaming is the breathing of my soul
    I have infinite love inside my heart
    Passions overwhelm my mind
    Sighs and tears would return every night
    Lying awake in my bed and closing my eyes
    All kind of fantasies would seize my mind.
    Esther Racah

  • My Secret Rose Garden

    My Secret Rose Garden

    My Secret Rose Garden

    I am timid and an introvert
    I don’t have any tattoos
    Nevertheless, memories are engravings on my mind
    I let the wind carry me like a small leaf
    Not caring about the circumstances that might happen
    Sometimes, my soul’s pain perturbs my secret rose garden
    I might be bizarre since I wear only dresses
    Daydreaming most of the time
    Whilst surrounded by bouquets of tuberoses, jasmines and crimson roses
    Uncertain is my future life
    Fragile like a tiny crystal flower
    Listening to a Chopin’s Prelude
    While the darkness embraces me and I lay languidly on my bed
    Thinking and dreaming
    Love is a delightful pain that bewilders my soul
    And the more I love, the more I desire to love.
    Esther Racah

  • My Nightmares Are My Dreams

    My Nightmares Are My Dreams

    My Nightmares Are My Dreams

    Inesorabili le tenebre mi avvolgono in una nube oscura
    I miei incubi sono i miei sogni
    Il rumore sommesso della notte
    Quando il vento accarezza soavemente i fiori del mio giardino dei sogni
    Il dolore è il mio dolce supplizio che soavemente penetra la mia anima
    Il mio corpo diviene un’entità puramente metafisica
    I miei sensi prendono il sopravvento e dominano la mia mente
    Finché mi abbandono ad un senso di estasi
    E mi sento parte della sublimità della natura.

    Inexorable darkness envelops me in a dark cloud
    My nightmares are my dreams
    The subdued noise of the night
    When the wind gently caresses the flowers of my dream garden
    Pain is my sweet torture that softly penetrates my soul
    My body becomes a purely metaphysical entity
    My senses take over and dominate my mind
    Until I surrender to a sense of ecstasy
    And I feel part of the sublimity of nature.
    Esther Racah

  • Shyness

    Shyness

    Shyness

    Shyness is one of the several gems that are held inside the treasure of my soul
    I would permanently hide this side of myself with a smile rather than being paralysed by fear
    It is the softness and sweetness of my dreamy essence
    It is part of my delicacy and femininity
    My soul is similar to a piano nocturne
    My shyness would conceal my authentic nature, which is a blend of Romanticism and Victorian era
    Sometimes I would identify myself in some painting
    As if I would belong to a previous reality
    Hence I would disappear amid my dreams
    Lost in the sublimity and beauty of the universe.
    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

  • 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

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