AtreyaSarma Uppaluri

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AtreyaSarma Uppaluri Poems

81. Senryu: 13 10/6/2009
82. My Tears For The Underdog 10/6/2009
83. Haiku: 04 10/6/2009
84. Haiku: 05 10/6/2009
85. Haiku: 06 10/6/2009
86. Haiku: 07 10/6/2009
87. Limerick: Deccan Chargers 2008 10/7/2009
88. Mycoo: 15 10/7/2009
89. Mycoo: 16 10/7/2009
90. Mycoo: 17 10/7/2009
91. Mycoo: 18 10/7/2009
92. Mycoo: 19 10/7/2009
93. Mycoo: 20 10/7/2009
94. Mycoo: 21 10/7/2009
95. Mycoo: 22 10/7/2009
96. Mycoo: 23 10/7/2009
97. Mycoo: 24 10/7/2009
98. Mycoo: 25 10/7/2009
99. Mycoo: 26 10/7/2009
100. The Road I’d Take 10/7/2009
101. Oh Balm Ah! (Obama) 10/7/2009
102. Time Is Never Wasted 10/7/2009
103. Senryu: 14 10/6/2009
104. Limerick: Brassy 10/6/2009
105. Limerick: Massy 10/6/2009
106. Limerick: Idli Iyer 10/7/2009
107. Unpaid Watchman 10/7/2009
108. Mind And Body 10/7/2009
109. Mendor Yetpro A La Mendor Tar 10/7/2009
110. The Three-Eyed One 10/7/2009
111. Senryu: 15 10/8/2009
112. Sonnet: Unknown Waters 10/15/2009
113. Limerick: Henpecked 10/15/2009
114. Limerick: Veggie 10/15/2009
115. Limerick: Actor 10/15/2009
116. Limerick: Cinquain 10/15/2009
117. My Cry 10/15/2009
118. Flood Of Tears 12/22/2009
119. The Doctor’s Heartbeat 12/22/2009
120. To My Birthday Baby 12/22/2009

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A Riot Of Colours!

(1)

Green leaves
gazing at red flowers
turn green with envy…

Red flowers
eyeing yellow fruits
turn red with anger…

Yellow fruits
seeing the green leaves
turn yellow from age…

(2)

White
looks askant at Black
and boasts:
“Look here, darkie!
I am the light
I am the purity
You’re grimy and gloomy! ”

(3)

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 ...

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Harmony

[Inspired by the lead from The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe.]

“At midnight in the month of June
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapour, dewy, dim
Exhales from out her golden rim” –
It permeates the space and wafts down to the earth’s face
Gently holding my parched body in its soothing embrace
And comforting my wearied and worried mind frictional.

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