SAPTARSHI DUTT's Page

Nationality

HINDUISM

Languages

ENGLISH, HINDI, BENGALI

Country of Origin

HINDU

Country of Residence

WEST BENGAL, INDIA

Biography

Writer, poet, and Essayist. Started writing at a yound age (18yrs to be appropriate). Within a short span of 2-2.5 yrs, have gained enormous recognition in the arena of writing. Has published compositions, poems, essyays, articles in leading journals like "Poetcrit (Himachal Pradesh), "Contemporary Vibes" [Chandigarh), "Poetry Today" {West Bengal), "Bizz Buzz" (Bangalore), The Storm (West Bengal), Samvedana, "Heaven (World Poets Anthology" "Purbodesh" (An Asian Poets Anthology), "The Storm (W.B.), "Bridge-in-Making (West Bengal), "Ashabori (West Bengal) and some of the leading Indian newspapers. In addition to that, attended few seminars and conferences on poetry and other literary activities.

Bibliography

Has published more than 30 writings till date. within a short span of time has gained success in the field of writing. My writing is circulated in more than 100 countries world wide. Has impressed the minds of intellect with some of mind-blowing and thought-provoking compositions of mine. I sincerely request you to publish my poems in your esteemed magazine. I am sure you will not deject me in this regard.

Poem #1

As my soul touches the moon… …

Marvels and mystique encase the earth
As ideas and answers takes its birth
Gravity sustains me to stay on the ground
If my soul flies, where would such ideas be found?

Eyes gawk and look upon myself
As thoughts race drowning in wonder
Stars shoot about leaving mouths agape
Spirits are inspired with souls that escape.

Slowly raising my spirits float to the above
Gravity, reality and society are simply shoved,
The brusque air keeps calling me in everlasting silence
Spellbind by the night I move in suspense.

The moon's glow drives souls off the planet
As fainted beams guide me to touch it's granite
Out of world experiences causes spirits and nature to align
With new celestial eyes I look upon life's eventual design.

Composed by:
Saptarshi Dutt.
29.08.2008
[5:40P.M.]

Poem #2

Camouflaged

Just when your voice from the other side of the telephone
Came before my ears
I was euphoric
Expecting your self to give some good news

But when you made it clear
That you won’t accept me any more
I was lost…

Lost somewhere from where I could not recover
Even though I intend to resurrect
Lost in my lingo, lost in my vision
Lost in my intellect, lost in my speech
Lost in my communication; I can no longer articulate my feelings
Neither have I had the power any more of adjoining my cogitation by writing;

I am lost in my horizon
Perplexed in the space
From where resurgence is almost impossible

Composed by:
Saptarshi Dutt.

Poem #3

Fragile


Fragile is the human life
Where----
Most die without chance to explicit their thoughts
Or without chance to express their desires
Or without chance to express their love
Life is full of indecisive events
Where the most unexpected things come true
While the most common things tend to go beyond reach, at times
People die without bidding bye to their beloved ones
When they’re gone one can only think of them
Out fate from the moment life begins from the ‘zero level’ again
Some say this is unfair
Some heartless fools does not even care
But what can we do
In the end
The entire process is limited neither to your or my hands
So as you die
Please don’t cry
The grass may be greener on the other side.


Composed by:
Saptarshi Dutt.
03.10.2008

Poem #4

Pass me a pillow please… … … …

Can you pass me a pillow please?
Where I can get shield my entire fatigue ness
My head is tired and getting heavy,

Can you pass me a pillow please?
So that I can have a sound sleep
And fade out of world of anxiety and tensions

Can you pass me a pillow please
so that I can sink into it deep,
to fade away out of sight.

Can you pass me a pillow please?
So that I float in the world of paradise
And dream of evocative romance and charms?

Can you pass me a pillow please
so that I can sink into it deep?
And portray the face of the person whom I love most


Can you pass me a pillow please?
So that for a moment I get away from
The world of duality, wicked ness, competition, crooked ness hyper-tensions

Can you pass me a pillow please?
Freshly covered with new cushions
So that I can hide my cheek

Can you pass me a pillow please?
Where I can evade from the world of pains
Each day I find that this pain that is killing me.

Composed by:
Saptarshi Dutt.
10.3.2008
13:48:00




Fragile
Fragile is the human life
Most die without a chance to express love
Or utter good-bye
When their gone they're all you can think of
Out fate from the moment life begins
the fate is death is always how it ends
Some say this is unfair
Some heartless fool doesn't even care
But what can we do
In the end it's not up to me or you
So as you die
Please don't cry
The grass may be greener on the other side

Poem #5

Hollow


Echo

comes back to me

hollow

with the sound of loss.



The way a shell

mourns the ocean

you mourn

for me.

Website #1

http://www.saptarshidutt.blogspot.com