Author Archives: Zacharya

My Writings

A Lover and a Tyrant

I have been trying to write on the hurt that I caused you, for some time, but it was too early, too far away from perfection, too murky and unfamiliar, to me. It is because I had wished to be the sweetest song in your life, at once appearing human and transcending that image. I […]

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Wasteful Years

The sun of my wasteful years is setting. Let there be no tomorrow for my squandering. It is as if I am drinking from an ever smaller glass, it is as if my world is shrinking just as I began exploring it. A palpable feeling. But there is a sweet new pride in working at […]

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The One-Eyed

There was an infinite source of visions in me, once. I remember a life worthy of song, and yet it now appears illusory. A conquest in a dream, unfit for the world of the waking. How can one sing and stutter at the same time? How can those two opposing worlds exist at once? There […]

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Anger

To burn down to ash. To say all, to run out of breath, to lose all reason to exist. Kneeling over the smouldering cinders of my former self, I ask in disbelief, how it was possible. Never before did I look so coldly at my own arms, incapable of shaping the world into my image. […]

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The Venom

Endless horizons, space, expanding marvellously in all directions, limitless. Valleys of warmth and mountains of unmatched beauty. You offer yourselves to me freely, you rain on me, you come right into my arms. You whisper in my ear, longing to be wanted. You speak with a golden voice, seducing me. Your possibilities bicker for my […]

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Of Song and Man

I learned, Man survived because he sang. So I sang. Screeching like a hatchling, fallen from its nest, motherless, I did not know then that I could fly. The opening of my throat, the broadening of my chest, the play of my tongue – they caught me off guard. No longer an outcast of my […]

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Elation

Once you have come so far, why stop there? Boundaries are arbitrary, even one’s own strength is negotiable. At times, even death can be reasoned with. Inside, I discovered a source of fortitude – sacred, untouched. If you ask me now how I survived, I cannot tell you, I can only laugh. It is a […]

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The Dream – Part III

For my Dream, I built a shining palace in the golden city of my mind, where light seems to spring from, rich and powerful. Breath-taking. The seat of the Lord – offered by me in a moment of truth, blessed and built by His presence. But I had to concede lands to the Dream. I […]

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The Dream – Part II

I had forgotten how terrible it is to want deeply. How can one fall after gliding firmly on the wind for so long? Impossible. Perhaps it is inevitable. Perhaps there is a purpose to the fall, there is some truth to be gleaned from it. Otherwise the ascent of man would have been perfect, infinite, […]

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The Fool

Wait, my Friend. Stop. You know that once begun, a Journey must be completed. Once set in motion, a deed must be finished in its entirety. The path must be walked to its very end – that is your destination. The blank canvas is a challenge, not to be underestimated. Even if you show others […]