Biography of AtreyaSarma Uppaluri
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 poetry/viewpoints; and in the bank at the state level - in literary activities. He was the editor of the Hyderabad based Bharatiya Pragna, Social Cause and Cyberhood magazines. A number of his articles and letters have been published.
Atreya Sarma has a Masters in English Literature and a PG Diploma in Mass Communications. Basically a science graduate (BSc) , he did his BA with English literature, Sanskrit literature and history, out of his love for literature. Working for State Bank of India, he did his JAIIB, a professional banking course.
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.
Blood Has Its Colours
When I make a provocative statement
My backers cover it up:
We haven't seen it yet (OR)
Don't read it out of context
When you make a similar utterance
My comrades threaten:
Either you apologise
Or we'll hang you