Satarupa was born in Shillong on a beautiful May morning in 1970. Due to her father's roaming style of living she could not lay down her roots in any of the towns of Guwahati, Agra, Patna where she grew up. This constant loss of friends and teachers and schools left a gap in her heart which could be filled by poetry. Her first poetry at the age of 14 was sung in her school annual function, at 16 first poetry published in 'The Statesman'. From then they were published from various publication desks. Apart from poetry she writes short stories, essays and gazals, Hindi being a favorite language of hers.
A wordless song is in my eyes
I have still to go a thousand miles
A ripple of delight fills my life
Come Sweetheart, come, sit by my side
...
I will wait for sunset, yes sunset,
for it is then that
all creatures return home to their beloved,
and i too will return to the welcoming
...
Oh Night, do not lull me into sleep
Over the miles, far away my love waits for me
Sleep is afraid to dropp on his tired eyelids
So alert is his vigil for me
...
I see the moon
A crystal ball with magical powers
It has the magic to transform me, transmit me to the time when
I was with my love
...
Why do memories linger?
Why do you?
What is it that binds me to you?
Spreads its web of magic,
...