"I always loved the last sip of my tea_ just like how the last words come to me, I struggle much to get there." Came from the outskirts of a town named Berhampore, Saptarshi strives more and more in his world of limited opportunities.
Books
Selected work
- Poetry
13
- Other
6

We Were Judged by It
Unheard Stories, 2024

You, I, and All Have a Point
Unheard Stories, 2024

Vain Zeal
Unheard Stories, 2024

We, Parasites
Moonbow Magazine, 2024

Mornings
Moonbow Magazine, 2024

Missing My Home
Moonbow Magazine, 2024

My mornings with this Curious Winter
2023

Art In The Zamindar's House
INTER-VIEW JOURNAL, 2023

I Feel Shy Of Your Gaze
XinSai Magazine, 2023

Graduating Adolescents
The Wellness Zine, 2023

Slumber
The Hemlock, 2023

Each letter deserves a destination
Persimmon Review, 2023

Writing a Poem
Persimmon Review, 2023

Midnight Sun
Perfumed Pages Magazine, 2023

Fluorescent Memory-lane
Perfumed Pages Magazine, 2023

Doe Time care for Love?
Perfumed Pages Magazine, 2023

A sentence with semicolon never works
Perfumed Pages Magazine, 2023

Detached Home
XinSai Magazine, 2023

For those Koi-s that didn’t risk their life to become a Dragon
Breadfruit, 2023