Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: stars

  • Dust And Deception

    Dust And Deception

    Dust And Deception

    Dust and deception is all I have left
    Everything I built became dust
    Everything I dreamt of became a deception
    Nothing remains in my heart
    Which is aiming to gleam like the stars in the night
    Blank is my mind like the dark void
    Which is not able to rebuild a castle made of dreams
    Disquiet is my mind so engaged in anxiety and haste
    As soon as I perceive the light of a new hope
    It crumbles to pieces like a crystal bowl
    Hence suspended in a spasmodic expectation
    I am lured to the cynicism as a peeled orange
    Which will wither with the time
    And while I am captivated by regrets and discomforts
    Life flies like a rushing torrent amid a quiet forest.
    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

  • The Unadorned Truth

    The Unadorned Truth

    The Unadorned Truth

    The unadorned truth hangs from the tree of life
    Dry branches break when facing a gust of wind
    Shivering emotions fluctuate in the ethereal world of the senses
    Far from the common discernment of the reality
    The truth is an inaccessible treasure
    Only time and wisdom can unveil it
    Humbleness is a silent and invisible virtue
    It hides somewhere in the soul
    But the external noise hushes it
    The stars gleam timidly in the dark blue of the night
    When dismay is ineluctable, darkness is my haven
    My heart is in grief and my mind in the obliviousness.
    Esther Racah

  • Hypothetical Dreams

    Hypothetical Dreams

    Hypothetical Dreams

    As faint and golden glares stroke me
    I think about a peaceful instant when I can fly away in my hypothetical dreams
    Now and then, I can be myself without pretending to be someone else
    Someone I am not, and I will never be
    Far from society pretences and hypocritical conventions
    Musical notes reach into my soul, which is a convergence of several temperaments
    Wondering how many ways I can live parallel lives
    Wondering how many ways I can detach myself from this foolish reality
    Because I live in my imaginary and hypothetical dreams
    And I’m trapped in a safe hideout
    Hiding is the only way I can protect myself
    Disappearing in the vastness of the universe
    Fragile dreams like thin crystals, which are gleaming in the moonlight
    Being my soul a frail fractal of an imaginary universe of stars
    Lost in abandon and oblivion once my only companion is the solitude
    Now that it is useless to be thoughtful and considerate
    Now that I am not anymore my past self
    I’m different versions of myself
    It is never too late to discover an unusual and astonishing introspectiveness
    Delight and sorrow wrap my soul as I touch purple roses
    Lusting for their beauty and purity
    I can rest forever in my cruel and hypothetical dreams
    Now that the stars whisper in the luxuriant firmament.
    Esther Racah

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