Atreya Sarma Uppaluri began as an occasional poet and a master of ceremonies, as a part of his hobbies. A few of his poems were published on the indiavarta.com, and in the Deccan Chronicle and the Hyderabad Circle News (of SBI from where he retired in 2007) . He has been contributing poems to Muse India since January 2009. He won quite a few prizes from Deccan Chronicle, Himmat, Mother India for ... more »
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AtreyaSarma Uppaluri Poems
A Riot Of Colours!
(1) Green leaves gazing at red flowers
A Housewife Supplicates
After sipping off your coffee Put the empty cup into the sink After eating your food
A Made For Each Other Couple
'Are you the one, I've been waiting for, all my life? Are you the one, he has made, for me alone? ' At long last, have I met the angel of my dreamful quest, In mind and body, in heart and soul with beauty blest.
My Dream Girl
She is breezing along a step behind Her own piloting shadow inclined. Her blooming smile unfading, vibrant and radiant
The panoramic cerulean tapestry What an amazing celestial mystery! Woven with prominences rocky
Sonnet: A Goon Poet
There was a Crook who’s into small-time crime So nimble in theft and pocket picking. He indulged in this guilty job full time; It’s how he would carry on his living.
When a baby is bubbly with her smiles And plays with herself like a cherub We like to pick her up and cuddle Not willing to pass it on to another.
Every Age Has Its Beauty
Life is a play and also a war of many a hope; We should learn with every trouble how to cope. Every age and stage has its beauty and music;
Silly Senryu: Weddings Galore
1 baldy’s wedding – she accepts her man heir or no hair
Just You And Me: My Simple Song
Just you and me For each other - We sit face to face Look into each other’s eyes.
How To Kill The Time Aboard A Train
If books are a bore Window view is vapid Talking is trash Music is muck
Girls Then And Now…
then… girls whiled away their idle time by fiddling with
There was a big fatty at Ranchi Who walked out as his wife snapped, “Paunchy! ” Up to Kanchi he went And came back lean and spent.
To Market... In The Times of Recession
[Viewpoint of an Indian homemaker reeling under the price-spiral] Earlier going to the vegetable market was unpleasant Hardy, tiresome, for I had to be a heaving weightlifter.
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A Riot Of Colours!
gazing at red flowers
turn green with envy…
eyeing yellow fruits
turn red with anger…
seeing the green leaves
turn yellow from age…
looks askant at Black
“Look here, darkie!
I am the light
I am the purity
You’re grimy and gloomy! ”
Not to be outdone
Black taunts back:
“O wily White!
You’re full of pallor
with no originality.”
Black goes on to brag:
“East or west, Black is best
North or south, Black has ...