a dark poem written by Vaishnavi.Uppaluru

Please,
Change the way i'm living.
I am a part of the sinners realm.
every breath of air, i'm breathing
of hate and washed away love.
I'm a curse to befall upon,
a tragedy in happening
rage
peril
this hell can't hold my wrath.
I'm a reminder for non-existence
a fire that can't be put out.
I'm blacker than black.
the dark is scared of me.
my heart is ice cold,
a disastrous human being.
so God, please,
Change the way i'm living.

The hand that held me by Vaishnavi.Uppaluru on 15jun,2014. Father's day.

I could be sleeping
but i don't know,
I can't seem to open my eyes.
black,sullen,dark,
the colors i can see
i think,
i'm locked. no exit or escape.
The room seems to be spinning
blind folded, I must be.
hopeless to see what is in front of me,
so I search for love with my hands
a crackle, a whip
my hands are at my side,
no meddling in things unsaid.
sudden realization,
I'm trapped in a world.
I am a shadow in a circle
running frantically.
looking for a corner,
a corner away from 
me.

the next minute
I'm flying,
plunged out of the dark.'rising higher than the clouds.
a hand is 
holding mine,
showing me that love isn't hidden.
It has been there with me,
I only had to accept it.
my blindfold comes loose,
colors stream to my eyes.
I can see the world around me,
hear its lullaby.
my mouth is suddenly open,
singing all the time.
I finally see myself,
 the way I'm supposed to see.
all because of 
the hand that held me.

Mothers day poems by my babies, 11may 2014


Memaw

Thankyou mom for everything you do.
You care so much and used to tie my shoe.
You always make sure I have something new,
And thats one of the main reasons I love you!

Happy Mothers Day!

- Jahnavi.Uppaluru