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1.9k · Sep 2012
Melancholic Nature
Tara Emad Sep 2012
A gloomy day is upon us when the leaves fall,

glistening under the sun as they slowly make their way to ground

Like the wave of a hand, flopping inward and out,

as it motions goodbye.

When the sun is setting and bleeds into the sky

with the oils of a canvas of war

****** red, sinking into the horizon,

gradually burying itself into Earth.

And when the birds decide to leave us in winter,

heading North, like an arrow below the clouds,

signalling to our safety, but we stay nestled around;

we cannot fly.

When the stream’s path has been broken,

and gravity summons the waters to the deadest of ends,

a puddle of joy is formed,

for us to bathe away our sins.

When stars shimmer in the darkest of night

false wishes, like false hopes,

but we look at them and smile.

We marvel at this beauty,

because we wish our partings were as breath-taking.

We wish our tears didn’t look so ugly,

and our hearts wouldn’t ache

and our breaths weren’t so shallow,

as we realize it is time to say farewell.

In nature, everything comes back,

The sun rises again, the leaves grow,

and the birds return to their land,

stars are reborn even waters feed our plants.

But we, we stay just where we are,

and learn to redirect our melancholy,

our energy,

to nature…

Underground.
849 · Jul 2012
Bebe
Tara Emad Jul 2012
Bebe Kuba* made the best Kuba ever
But one day, her hands got tired and severed,
Bebe Kuba, sang the best lullabies
But when we came to sing them back it was time for goodbyes

Like a new born baby till her last day
Creamy skin, smells like flowers so sweet, Eyes shining like beams,
Heart so pure, it couldn’t handle its own clean.

It’s true; you don’t know what you have till you lose it
And I can never twist and turn and find any good excuses.
Now you’re not near me, I am afraid, because I know man made this world so dark,
You took all your light and took it somewhere oh so far.
My heart is terribly aching, in this world I can’t stay alone
But thank you for making my uncle’s, aunt, and mom.

Knowing how wonderful Bebe Kuba was,
I have no choice, but to notice, how unbearable everyone else is.
I can’t help but know for a fact,
I will never be loved as Bebe Kuba loved me,
Love so much that they would feed me and pray for me
Love so much to stay awake all night till I fell asleep
Love me enough to ask me everyday how I’m doing, hoping I’m fine
Who could be as happy to see me as she? No one quite like Bebe
I will never be loved as Bebe Kuba loved me. Ever

Not only did she give, give and give when she was alive and well
She still gives till this very day; my strength to go on as good as I will

Although Bebe Kuba never went to college to learn what an average would learn,
She taught me the most priceless lesson an un-average person could earn.
Even if I stated this lesson now, and it sounded wise
Nobody will truly understand it unless they open their eyes,
When you feel like you have nothing look around you and see
The best thing you can have is your family.

If everyone was like Bebe Kuba, There would be no war
Iraq would still be the heavens she once adored,
Humanity would be doing what it should have been when it was first made.
So Bebe Kuba was a gift from God,
A true meaning of a human beings worth
If I do not grow to bring out in me what she is;
Then I will have failed miserably in my mission on earth.

Remember me when I loved you Bebe,
Don’t forget how much you meant to me
If I caused you any pain, forgive me.
And when I did not show the love, just know that I love you completely.
It’s never too late to find out,
Next Friday the angels will tell you what I am about.
And the Friday after that they will tell you what I will do
I will live and love and never stop thanking you.

Saturday, February 9 2008 around 9 pm
I lost
A grandmother, a friend, an angel, a treasure, the reason I am alive, the reason I ate healthy, the reason I learned to love, the reason I planned for college, the reason I wanted to pray, I lost a part of my heart, I lost me
And this is the same reason; I will be a success, I will pray to God, I will live, I will love
No matter what the horrible cost I get for doing so is.
Because if I do not, Bebe Kuba will be very disappointed when she sees me next time…
I wrote this when I was 18.
* "Bebe" is a colloquial Arabic word meaning grandmother
"Kuba" is a type of traditional food that is basically minced meat & spices clumped into a spherical form
I used to call her Bebe Kuba when I was just a child because I couldn't pronounce her name "Wadha" so I just pegged the best food she made to her nickname as grandmother. A lot of my ideals changed since then but I find myself agreeing with these promises I made every time I read this. That's how greatly she touched me, to the point that I would stick to certain ideologies even if I don't fully understand/agree with them.
848 · Jul 2012
Of Mice & Men
Tara Emad Jul 2012
They may be cute and soft, but far from kind
They travel through dark, nasty ways just to find
Another's estate so they are fed and nurtured well
but as soon as discovered, their lives turn to hell

They are casted away by any way passed
They welcome themselves much more than you ask
They are known for their senses
Smell being the best
And scurry ahead when you're finally at rest
The inferiority they feel is quite wholesome of;
Their scattered behavior and need for love

Dear mouse, you have exceeded your stay in my home
You've stolen my food and you've chipped off my bones
It is time for me to cast away animal rights,
And off with your head with a snip of a knife!

Aren't you tired of sneaking in, out & around?
From me to my neighbor and back in the house
I've caught you once, and I'll catch you twice
If you're a real fool then go ahead and try thrice
Your life will continue caged in a box
Where other mice laugh at your humorous loss
So before I put you a where you would not like to be,
Go back to your farm where no victim minds greed
The least you can boast when your back with the hens
Is hail to the likeness of mice and of men.
753 · Jul 2012
Young Man
Tara Emad Jul 2012
Oh young man, you know not the mark you left upon me
My face once bright turned into agony
My soul now in vain, was whilst you in complete harmony
My laugh once real, now a plastered tale
You left my storming soul to deal with a heart so frail
I lay on my bed thinking of you, you thinking of her
As if I had been punished an intangible sin I did not conquer
How could I situate myself in such an ugly position
Though I tried my best to abort your wicked mission
***** deeds you made seem so sanitary
Blinded by the golden path to a demon’s sanctuary
I could not foresee what was awaiting me
I wonder if you had planned this to a perfectly painful story
Colored eyes, charming at sight, insincere as you painted a mistaken glory
Then shredded the dream and hope to an eternal fatality
Once a mind has been deceived it seldom regains its’ morality
How could you be blinded merely by what you want?
Not careful by whose path you haunt
Like a Daphne flower, deadly to its eater
A deceitful surgeon, instead of an honest healer
To you my heart I granted
To me your poison, I drank it
Tearful, sore nights uncountable to my fingers
For upon them your touches still linger
And within my nerves a burn of desire
I saw not but your gaze in any moment admired
My eyes grew calm to the sight of yours
My smile mechanic at the light of yours
My flesh grew warm to the feel of your presents
Afar you took it all, and another had it in a second
In a second, I felt cold and froze in my spot
Forced to watch you ponder away and forced to be shot.
Forced to defrost and forced to heal a carving I did not render
After all that time, I only wonder if you still remember
I have changed my path, and healed my scars
But when I turn to look, I still find the mark
The mark you know not of, memories of the time we met
But worry not, your sin with me is safely kept
I managed to understand that you are not what I need
But still I sing era tan serena cuando querías me
551 · Jul 2012
Dare I?
Tara Emad Jul 2012
Dare I use my brain? To unravel mysteries of heartache and pain

Dare I use my brain? To avenge justice when it fails to explain

When my soul is empty of another’s reign

When I have been captured by a fleshly ordain.

Dare I use my brain?

To vanquish the moments empty of aim or judgment

Those moments when absence of mind led to joyful engulfment!

The instants when the light of the sun swim against cold rain,

When my heart glares at the conquer of brain.

The blissful seconds of a minds’ verdict failed,

The moment memory is unto mind nailed.  

Those flashes and this when I fail to explain,

Why this soul cannot be reasoned by brain.

— The End —