Author Bio - SUBRATA SAHA

 Author Biography 

Subrata Saha is an author who lives in North West London with her family. 

She loves writing and reading. She mainly writes womens fiction. This is her first written debut novel called, “The Abstract Artist”. 

Subrata has published a few works in the past. A childrens picture booked called, “The Little Lost Baby Beluga Whale”; an e-book called “Poems To Mother Earth and a novella called Aleithia’s Truth,which was selected and published as part of an anthology project called One Million Pound Project. 

In 2020 she won a local newspaper competition in the Harrow Times for her poem Beating Heart Of Britain:- The NHS Workers (a poem to pay her respects to the NHS for helping us through the Coronavirus 19 pandemic).

Subrata is a member of The Society Of Authors,The Pinners Writers Group and The Society Of Civil and Public Service Writers. She has qualified in proof reading and copy editing.

She was one of the coordinators of the “The Shepherds Bush Booktalk” and “The Sunday Bookclub” in the past. 

Subrata’s other hobbies includes, music, travelling, walking, hiking, biking, embroidery and gardening. She also loves animals and nature.

Subrata Saha social media links:-

https://subratawriting.blogspot.com/

https://facebook.com/subrata.saha.520357 (Su Page Page Facebook page)

Su Page Page@supagepagechannel9139 (Youtube Channel)

https://www.instagram.com/suby.1974?gsh=MWt1emprcjg1ZHgxMA== (Suby1974 Instagram) 

Views Of The Highland From A Train

 Views Of The Highland From A Train

Waiting at 9pm in the evening,

At Inverness Station,

Waiting for my Caledonian sleeper train 

From Inverness to London. 

I settle in my seat and look out of my window.

11 hours and 10 minutes,

To make this journey magical journey,

Through highlands of Scotland. 

The train begins to move,

The hours tick by,

I soon come across a beautiful scenery

Of green grass and heather in the uplands

The valleys covered in a soft mist. 

There are pine forest of tall trees 

A highlander cottage abandoned in the distant.

Who lived there I wonder? What was their story? 

A beautiful gurgling stream passes by,

Of clear sparking highland water, 

Which people sell in bottles. 

A red kite flutters in the wing, 

A stag shows itself over the horizon,

It antlers crowing its head,

It gazes at my passing train. 

Finally it starts to get dark. 

The final glimmers of the sun rays disappears over the hills. 

I soon fall asleep. 

Next stop will be Edinburgh to London. 

By Subrata Saha 

30-30-30

Tilly, My Adventourous Tuxedo Cat ( Jan 2025)

 Tilly, My Adventourous Tuxedo Cat

My tuxedo cat looks at me,

With wide pleading eyes. 

She is seating on the window sill. 

“Let me have a long walk in the snow mum”. 

“Ok Puss Puss”, I say. “You know it it is cold and your padded fur feet will feel the cold?”.

“Miaow”, came the reply.

I open the back door. 

“Come back in a hour ok?”. 

Daintily passes me and vanishes. 

One hour later she is back. 

“Have you been far Tilly?”,

“Yes Mum”, she replies. 

I see the her paw prints in the snow. 

A trail that starts at my back door and circles back immediately back to my back door. 

She has not even been to the end of the garden. 

Now thats a surprise! :0)

By Subrata Saha. 

30-30-30 

Snowscape (January 2025)

 SNOWSCAPE

I write LOVE in the snow,

Upon a rock. 

The air is icy crisp,

Cold but fresh. 

The snow around me,

Like white soft powder, 

Feels like a winter wonder land. 

I rub my gloved hands together.

I breathe in the cold air, 

And release my breath. 

The cold smoky vapours rise into the air. 

I see the fir tree in the distance,

Its branches laden with snow. 

A burden no doubt,

But it still stands proud, 

Against the blue clear sky. 

I look at the fairy snow angel before me. 

She is covered in ice crystals.

It feels like she is smiling at me. 

Her delicate wings are tipped in snow. 

She seats by the frozen pond. 

I do not want to forget this magical sight, 

My snowscape,

That fills me with love. 

Nature wonder and beauty before me

In my icy cold paradise.

By Subrata Saha.  

January 2025

30-30-30

Bleeding Heart Yard

 Bleeding Heart Yard

A tiny courtyard off Greville Street,

In the heart of London. 

A name of unusual connotation,

What could it possible mean?

A place of broken hearts

Waiting to be mended?

The heart of the Virgin Mary,

Pierced by five swords of steel? 

It breaks my heart to hear. 

Love can be hard,

Hard as this cobbled yard, 

But I prefer  love to be light.  

A heavy heart, 

Is a grieving heart. 

The legend of Lady Hatton,

Dancing with the the devil,

After making a deal, 

Her heart still beating in the yard,

In the first light of dawn. 

Writers of the past,

Fascinated by the yard,

I reminisce like them,

While I drink my coffee,

In the bistro called “The Bleeding Heart Yard”

By Subrata Saha

30-30-30 

Aurora Lights In My Dreams

 Aurora Lights In My Dreams

Waiting in anticipation,

To see natures marvellous spectacle,

I await with bated breath. 

Looking out of the windows, 

Strolling  out into the garden,

I watch the midnight blue sky. 

No sign of natures wonder, as I wait and wait. 

I look at my social media,

Beautiful photos of greens, pinks, reds, yellows, blues and violet,

Appearing from all over the world. 

Like Christmas tree lights, lighting up all over the world. 

It felt like Father Christmas had come early. 

People feeling childlike delight to see this giant of the North. 

But it does not appear to me.

I go to bed disappointed.

Why did you not show yourself to me? 

A few months pass.

A clear dream one night comes to me. 

I am travelling in a car, 

I see a hillside in the distance,

With a church steeple on top.

The star shining like diamond glints,

Against the backdrop of  dark blue velvet sky. 

Then slowly,ever so slowly, lights begin to appear,

A kaleidoscope of colours of green, pinks, reds, yellows, blues and violet,

against the horizon. 

Natures beautiful art to gaze at for free. 

My heart lights up with joy, 

To see the Aurora Borealis in full glory, 

in my dreams. 

Subrata Saha (May 2024). 

30-30-30

The Family

 The Family

What is the perfect family?

Is there such a thing? 

Should we have such expectations or focus on qualities? 

There are different varieties of families these days. 

2.4 children.

Step-families

Blended families. 

Same-sex families.

Adopted families.

Friends can be your families. 

Broken families.

What does family mean for me?

A family will always have your back.

It is a place of unconditional love. 

In good times and bad times they are there for you. 

They want the best for you, without expectation. 

They will help you come to the correct decisions for the highest good. 

Understanding,empathy, care and love. 

There would be laughter and warmth. A place where family is home. 

They say the blood is thicker then water. 

But family can be both your family and your best friends. 

Subrata. 

30-30-30.