Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: souls

  • A Dismal Feast

    A Dismal Feast

    A Dismal Feast

    The insane dismay of the veiled truth
    When everything is shattering under the pressure of the infamous time
    None can claim a beloved treasure
    Except for the cathartic destruction of material essence
    A dismal feast of desires and intuitions
    Slowly, enduring anguish penetrates the wandering souls
    A sublime soft pain tears every spirit into infinite and eternal fragments
    In a perpetual motion that invariably affects the universal peace
    A metaphorical lullaby of bliss and pain awakes all the luminaries
    Inducing an ecstatic joy and an immortal stillness of the unconsciousness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror

    The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror

    The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror

    Pale shadows reflect in a broken mirror
    Solitude gasps in the presence of silence
    Tumultuous visions of a coveted desire are scattered into nothingness
    The emptiness of the nightmares’ abyss swallows every hope and dream
    Every so often, darkness is beauty in disguise, hiding in the invisible
    The mystery of an unmentionable truth belongs to a time that never existed
    Broken mirrors reflect falsified spoils
    Obliviousness destroys every memory that becomes part of the void
    Souls in exile wander without peace
    In search of what they have eternally coveted
    Chaos dwells among the multitude of soul fragments
    Distorted images of souls are reflected in deformed mirrors
    Amorphous perceptions dissolve in the evanescence
    The distressing instant of a distant tumult blends in with the beauty of tragedy.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Bleak Mirage

    A Bleak Mirage

    A Bleak Mirage

    A bleak mirage of dazzling light
    Beyond imagination and illusion
    There is a world without dimensions
    Where stardust sparkles perpetually
    And everything is a mirage
    Hallucinations and nightmares feed on corrupted fantasies
    Everything is delusion
    Dismay cannot save
    A peaceful resignation is a key to survival
    For those spirits who dare to live
    Apathy and weakness fill the universe of the dead souls
    Chaos dwells in the eternity of an instant
    Dimness flourishes in the mystery of existence
    Ethereal and eternal is the realm of dreams
    Light and darkness merge into the abyss of the concealed and secret universe.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Nothing Left To Say

    Nothing Left To Say

    Nothing Left To Say

    nothing left to say
    only disappointment and astonishment
    people go seeking the trends
    people are afraid of the truth
    money moves everything
    and fame buys souls
    society loves hallucinations
    keeping opinions in silence
    shaming the truth
    revealing the mendacity
    they will erase your memories to make room f    or new ones
    like in Nineteen Eighty-Four
    what is real
    our perceptions sometimes can be disillusions
    talking too much is dangerous
    you don’t have to think
    they will think for you
    buying your mind
    In the end, it is not essential to understand
    living a liveness life is fine and cool
    you don’t need education
    you don’t need books
    in this shallow society, the less you know, the more you trust
    in this superficial society, the less you think, the more you are reckless
    shallow blindness will lead humanity to the abyss.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • 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

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