"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