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.
Girls Then And Now…
then… girls whiled away their idle time by fiddling with
Silly Senryu: Weddings Galore
1 baldy’s wedding – she accepts her man heir or no hair
My Ugadi Day
[Ugadi is the new-year day in several parts of India and is a major festival] It was the dawn of the Ugadi festival I squeezed the paste onto my toothbrush…
A Politico Speaks Out (A Dramatic Monolo...
For any malaise or malady, with no bar You jump up and brush us with tar Even as you are loath to take part In the positive political art.
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
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.
Melodies Of Silence! ?
Damn and blast!
There's no escape anywhere in sight
From the tangled web of noises!
As the day breaks:
The radio's nonstop blah blah blare
Prolonged peals of the calling bell
Rings endless of the telephones
Clang of utensils tumbling about