Author Saptak Dutta on Author’s Conclave 2024

The Authors Conference 2024, covered by BB News, proved to be a literary extravaganza where writers from diverse genres converged to share insights, discuss trends, and celebrate the written word. The event showcased a vibrant tapestry of storytelling, with esteemed authors delivering thought-provoking keynote addresses and participating in engaging panel discussions. Attendees had the opportunity to delve into the creative process, learn about emerging publishing technologies, and explore the ever-evolving landscape of literature. BB News captured the essence of the conference, highlighting memorable moments, literary revelations, and the palpable enthusiasm that permeated the venue. As the curtain fell on this literary symposium, it left an indelible mark on both seasoned authors and aspiring writers alike, fostering a sense of camaraderie and inspiration within the literary community.

Let’s read more about Author Saptak’s Poem Compositions

“Lightyears Apart”
Another morning with the same sun
Risen in my heart under a foggy sky
The wind still hurts the way it did
Faces change but they all pass me by.

Nights after days circling their way
Just as the same as the stupid clock goes
Should I ever smile even when I don’t
Feel like waking up every time it snows.

I wish I could hear the children laugh
Not the loud sirens of war everyday,
I wish it was the bitterness in my throat
Of the coffee you made in the afternoon of May.

Another moment and I look up in the sky
I can’t tell the difference between our hearts
Only the stars are well aligned up there
Yet here we dwell a thousand lightyears apart.

It’s never enough with one beautiful poem right ? So we have for you another wonderful composition from Saptak Dutta. Let us know a bit about him Saptak Dutta, an avid soul-searcher, penned the heartfelt “Unsent Letters to the Sky” during daily commutes, merging passion with poetry. His work, a form of meditative expression, unveils the depths of identity. Currently engrossed in crafting an intricate series of intertwined short stories, Saptak continues his journey of literary exploration.

“Petrichor”
Sorry for being less than what I’m supposed to
Sorry for your canvas that I painted with imagination
Only to be blurred by the rain of reality
As the colours faded, I was haunted by desperation.

Sorry for remaining unfazed like a little child
You wanted me to man up but I wasn’t yet ready
You were deceived by the muscles of a Hercules
Underneath the casket died the soul of a teddy.

Sorry for living on the moon when you needed me here
To withstand the storms rattling what we live for
Sorry that I thought I was smelling your scent
While it was always the earth emanating the petrichor!