Dr. Deepak Dev
@drdeepakdev.bsky.social
Published poet by chance 😝, IT geek by choice 💻 finding beauty in the journey, joy in the little things, and meaning in every voice. https://linktr.ee/drdeepakdev
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THE MIDNIGHT MASS OF THE UNHALOED — where devotion is taught by touch, not faith
Forget cookies for Santa.
Some of us kneel for our holiday offering.
Some of us pray in leather.
Some of us know exactly how sacred ruin can be.
If you know, you know.
#VoicesInStone @thistooisholy
Forget cookies for Santa.
Some of us kneel for our holiday offering.
Some of us pray in leather.
Some of us know exactly how sacred ruin can be.
If you know, you know.
#VoicesInStone @thistooisholy
December 4, 2025 at 4:27 PM
THE MIDNIGHT MASS OF THE UNHALOED — where devotion is taught by touch, not faith
Forget cookies for Santa.
Some of us kneel for our holiday offering.
Some of us pray in leather.
Some of us know exactly how sacred ruin can be.
If you know, you know.
#VoicesInStone @thistooisholy
Forget cookies for Santa.
Some of us kneel for our holiday offering.
Some of us pray in leather.
Some of us know exactly how sacred ruin can be.
If you know, you know.
#VoicesInStone @thistooisholy
WITNESS TO HER WINTER
Some souls aren’t hardened by suffering —
they’re clarified by it.
He watched her rise without spectacle,
turning every bruise into quiet alchemy
the world was never patient enough to learn.
#wildwednesdayprompts #WildAnniversaryWrite
#poetrycommunity
Some souls aren’t hardened by suffering —
they’re clarified by it.
He watched her rise without spectacle,
turning every bruise into quiet alchemy
the world was never patient enough to learn.
#wildwednesdayprompts #WildAnniversaryWrite
#poetrycommunity
December 4, 2025 at 7:06 AM
WITNESS TO HER WINTER
Some souls aren’t hardened by suffering —
they’re clarified by it.
He watched her rise without spectacle,
turning every bruise into quiet alchemy
the world was never patient enough to learn.
#wildwednesdayprompts #WildAnniversaryWrite
#poetrycommunity
Some souls aren’t hardened by suffering —
they’re clarified by it.
He watched her rise without spectacle,
turning every bruise into quiet alchemy
the world was never patient enough to learn.
#wildwednesdayprompts #WildAnniversaryWrite
#poetrycommunity
EMBER-SIN
— the burn that remembers
I brushed against #sin,
and it knew my name first.
Not fire—
a quiet remembering,
a heat asking nothing
but truth.
If this is transgression,
let it be honest:
I burned only
to feel alive again.
#sin #vssThreads @basil_crop ✍️
— the burn that remembers
I brushed against #sin,
and it knew my name first.
Not fire—
a quiet remembering,
a heat asking nothing
but truth.
If this is transgression,
let it be honest:
I burned only
to feel alive again.
#sin #vssThreads @basil_crop ✍️
December 2, 2025 at 6:28 PM
EMBER-SIN
— the burn that remembers
I brushed against #sin,
and it knew my name first.
Not fire—
a quiet remembering,
a heat asking nothing
but truth.
If this is transgression,
let it be honest:
I burned only
to feel alive again.
#sin #vssThreads @basil_crop ✍️
— the burn that remembers
I brushed against #sin,
and it knew my name first.
Not fire—
a quiet remembering,
a heat asking nothing
but truth.
If this is transgression,
let it be honest:
I burned only
to feel alive again.
#sin #vssThreads @basil_crop ✍️
THE ASTRAL TRACE
— where familiar light lingers beyond sight
At times, the stars shift with a quiet #vision of their own—
a brief nearness that feels almost deliberate,
as though something once loved
leans through the dark
to be recognised again.
#prtanka25 #poeticreveries_ #poetsociety
— where familiar light lingers beyond sight
At times, the stars shift with a quiet #vision of their own—
a brief nearness that feels almost deliberate,
as though something once loved
leans through the dark
to be recognised again.
#prtanka25 #poeticreveries_ #poetsociety
December 2, 2025 at 6:19 PM
THE ASTRAL TRACE
— where familiar light lingers beyond sight
At times, the stars shift with a quiet #vision of their own—
a brief nearness that feels almost deliberate,
as though something once loved
leans through the dark
to be recognised again.
#prtanka25 #poeticreveries_ #poetsociety
— where familiar light lingers beyond sight
At times, the stars shift with a quiet #vision of their own—
a brief nearness that feels almost deliberate,
as though something once loved
leans through the dark
to be recognised again.
#prtanka25 #poeticreveries_ #poetsociety
WHITE INKBREATH
— where silence chooses its script
A letter written in snow—
my confession melting
before it ever learns to speak.
Some truths want to be heard,
others only want to disappear
exactly where they were born.
#stanzasociety @stanza_society @faiza____writes
— where silence chooses its script
A letter written in snow—
my confession melting
before it ever learns to speak.
Some truths want to be heard,
others only want to disappear
exactly where they were born.
#stanzasociety @stanza_society @faiza____writes
December 1, 2025 at 8:57 PM
WHITE INKBREATH
— where silence chooses its script
A letter written in snow—
my confession melting
before it ever learns to speak.
Some truths want to be heard,
others only want to disappear
exactly where they were born.
#stanzasociety @stanza_society @faiza____writes
— where silence chooses its script
A letter written in snow—
my confession melting
before it ever learns to speak.
Some truths want to be heard,
others only want to disappear
exactly where they were born.
#stanzasociety @stanza_society @faiza____writes
THE RETURN OF THE WINTER WARDEN — on exile, rebirth and the quiet strength that survives its own winter
She didn’t come back unchanged.
She came back rewritten—
carrying storms in her bones
and the valley’s future in her breath.
@kry_wolf_poetry #WinterWarden #decemberprompts #justatry🙈
She didn’t come back unchanged.
She came back rewritten—
carrying storms in her bones
and the valley’s future in her breath.
@kry_wolf_poetry #WinterWarden #decemberprompts #justatry🙈
December 1, 2025 at 7:50 PM
THE RETURN OF THE WINTER WARDEN — on exile, rebirth and the quiet strength that survives its own winter
She didn’t come back unchanged.
She came back rewritten—
carrying storms in her bones
and the valley’s future in her breath.
@kry_wolf_poetry #WinterWarden #decemberprompts #justatry🙈
She didn’t come back unchanged.
She came back rewritten—
carrying storms in her bones
and the valley’s future in her breath.
@kry_wolf_poetry #WinterWarden #decemberprompts #justatry🙈
Thank you !
You are a country I visit in dreams. Stunningly beautiful new poem When The Quiet Refused To Die by Dr. Deepak Dev now up on DarkWinter Lit! www.darkwinterlit.com/post/when-th...
When The Quiet Refused To Die by Dr. Deepak Dev
In the attic of my mind,
I found a locked drawer—
beneath layers of dust-laced grief,
it pulsed faintly,
as if waiting to be opened [...]
www.darkwinterlit.com
December 1, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Thank you !
THE PRE-INCEPTION INDICATOR INDEX — on origins and the first tremor before emotion forms
Some beginnings appear before thought arrives—
a slight breath-shift, a quiet pull,
the body sensing what the mind can’t name yet.
We record the signal before the feeling.
#softservescience #softservepsycho
Some beginnings appear before thought arrives—
a slight breath-shift, a quiet pull,
the body sensing what the mind can’t name yet.
We record the signal before the feeling.
#softservescience #softservepsycho
December 1, 2025 at 11:01 AM
THE PRE-INCEPTION INDICATOR INDEX — on origins and the first tremor before emotion forms
Some beginnings appear before thought arrives—
a slight breath-shift, a quiet pull,
the body sensing what the mind can’t name yet.
We record the signal before the feeling.
#softservescience #softservepsycho
Some beginnings appear before thought arrives—
a slight breath-shift, a quiet pull,
the body sensing what the mind can’t name yet.
We record the signal before the feeling.
#softservescience #softservepsycho
UNKNELT
— choosing the self over the statue
Every #idol demanded a fragment of me.
So I stepped back,
let the pedestal empty,
and discovered the quiet courage
of standing without worship.
Meaning remained.
That was enough.
@tfiredrake #vssThreads
— choosing the self over the statue
Every #idol demanded a fragment of me.
So I stepped back,
let the pedestal empty,
and discovered the quiet courage
of standing without worship.
Meaning remained.
That was enough.
@tfiredrake #vssThreads
November 30, 2025 at 3:36 PM
UNKNELT
— choosing the self over the statue
Every #idol demanded a fragment of me.
So I stepped back,
let the pedestal empty,
and discovered the quiet courage
of standing without worship.
Meaning remained.
That was enough.
@tfiredrake #vssThreads
— choosing the self over the statue
Every #idol demanded a fragment of me.
So I stepped back,
let the pedestal empty,
and discovered the quiet courage
of standing without worship.
Meaning remained.
That was enough.
@tfiredrake #vssThreads
COME BACK —a murmur into the quiet that shaped me
A whisper to the echoes that shaped me:
“ #Comeback not as footsteps, but as steadiness,
as courage,
as the quiet light I still carry.”
#creationkisprints #writingchallenge #sochpublicationhouse #writerscommunity #writerscorner
A whisper to the echoes that shaped me:
“ #Comeback not as footsteps, but as steadiness,
as courage,
as the quiet light I still carry.”
#creationkisprints #writingchallenge #sochpublicationhouse #writerscommunity #writerscorner
November 29, 2025 at 8:25 PM
COME BACK —a murmur into the quiet that shaped me
A whisper to the echoes that shaped me:
“ #Comeback not as footsteps, but as steadiness,
as courage,
as the quiet light I still carry.”
#creationkisprints #writingchallenge #sochpublicationhouse #writerscommunity #writerscorner
A whisper to the echoes that shaped me:
“ #Comeback not as footsteps, but as steadiness,
as courage,
as the quiet light I still carry.”
#creationkisprints #writingchallenge #sochpublicationhouse #writerscommunity #writerscorner
SPELL-TETHERED — where desire hums instead of shouts
Some pulls don’t ignite — they unfold, slow and certain,
shifting breath, trembling truth,
teaching the body how wanting feels
when fire burns without flame.
@joscar_poetry @still_joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity #SpicySaturday #Spellbound
Some pulls don’t ignite — they unfold, slow and certain,
shifting breath, trembling truth,
teaching the body how wanting feels
when fire burns without flame.
@joscar_poetry @still_joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity #SpicySaturday #Spellbound
November 29, 2025 at 3:50 PM
SPELL-TETHERED — where desire hums instead of shouts
Some pulls don’t ignite — they unfold, slow and certain,
shifting breath, trembling truth,
teaching the body how wanting feels
when fire burns without flame.
@joscar_poetry @still_joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity #SpicySaturday #Spellbound
Some pulls don’t ignite — they unfold, slow and certain,
shifting breath, trembling truth,
teaching the body how wanting feels
when fire burns without flame.
@joscar_poetry @still_joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity #SpicySaturday #Spellbound
BEND WITHOUT BREAKING
Storm after storm, I learned what it means to be #pliant —
not fragile, not folding
but reshaping myself in ways the wind could never predict
Resilience isn’t loud
it’s the quiet evolution of a soul that refuses to break
#vss.threads @tfiredrake
Storm after storm, I learned what it means to be #pliant —
not fragile, not folding
but reshaping myself in ways the wind could never predict
Resilience isn’t loud
it’s the quiet evolution of a soul that refuses to break
#vss.threads @tfiredrake
November 29, 2025 at 9:27 AM
BEND WITHOUT BREAKING
Storm after storm, I learned what it means to be #pliant —
not fragile, not folding
but reshaping myself in ways the wind could never predict
Resilience isn’t loud
it’s the quiet evolution of a soul that refuses to break
#vss.threads @tfiredrake
Storm after storm, I learned what it means to be #pliant —
not fragile, not folding
but reshaping myself in ways the wind could never predict
Resilience isn’t loud
it’s the quiet evolution of a soul that refuses to break
#vss.threads @tfiredrake
TIDELINE — after with the certainty of tides, still i rise
Rising isn’t my victory—
it’s my memory.
My quiet return
to the strength I thought I lost
but was always waiting beneath the surface.
#poetrycommunity #tideline #rejectedpoetry #poeticreveries_ #cosmosofwriters
Rising isn’t my victory—
it’s my memory.
My quiet return
to the strength I thought I lost
but was always waiting beneath the surface.
#poetrycommunity #tideline #rejectedpoetry #poeticreveries_ #cosmosofwriters
November 28, 2025 at 8:22 PM
TIDELINE — after with the certainty of tides, still i rise
Rising isn’t my victory—
it’s my memory.
My quiet return
to the strength I thought I lost
but was always waiting beneath the surface.
#poetrycommunity #tideline #rejectedpoetry #poeticreveries_ #cosmosofwriters
Rising isn’t my victory—
it’s my memory.
My quiet return
to the strength I thought I lost
but was always waiting beneath the surface.
#poetrycommunity #tideline #rejectedpoetry #poeticreveries_ #cosmosofwriters
SNOW THAT REMEMBERS — when someone on the other side thinks of you
Snow drifted down tonight with the quiet comfort of something—
or someone—remembering me from somewhere I can’t reach
Funny how the cold sometimes brings the softest truths.
#poetiqueverse #snowflakes @rekhasjournal @poetiqueverse
Snow drifted down tonight with the quiet comfort of something—
or someone—remembering me from somewhere I can’t reach
Funny how the cold sometimes brings the softest truths.
#poetiqueverse #snowflakes @rekhasjournal @poetiqueverse
November 28, 2025 at 8:06 AM
SNOW THAT REMEMBERS — when someone on the other side thinks of you
Snow drifted down tonight with the quiet comfort of something—
or someone—remembering me from somewhere I can’t reach
Funny how the cold sometimes brings the softest truths.
#poetiqueverse #snowflakes @rekhasjournal @poetiqueverse
Snow drifted down tonight with the quiet comfort of something—
or someone—remembering me from somewhere I can’t reach
Funny how the cold sometimes brings the softest truths.
#poetiqueverse #snowflakes @rekhasjournal @poetiqueverse
NIGHT’S UNTOLD WORK — on moments I never lived yet still long for
Soft dusk in my mind tonight—
lost moments, quiet truth,
words rising without one missing symbol.
#poetsrika34challenge @poetsrika.34 #poetrycommunity #NOa
Soft dusk in my mind tonight—
lost moments, quiet truth,
words rising without one missing symbol.
#poetsrika34challenge @poetsrika.34 #poetrycommunity #NOa
November 28, 2025 at 7:31 AM
NIGHT’S UNTOLD WORK — on moments I never lived yet still long for
Soft dusk in my mind tonight—
lost moments, quiet truth,
words rising without one missing symbol.
#poetsrika34challenge @poetsrika.34 #poetrycommunity #NOa
Soft dusk in my mind tonight—
lost moments, quiet truth,
words rising without one missing symbol.
#poetsrika34challenge @poetsrika.34 #poetrycommunity #NOa
THE GOLD I DIDN’T EXPECT — not repair, but revelation
Some fractures aren’t meant to be hidden
Some become the very place where light insists on returning
Tonight’s piece is for the versions of us
that learned to shine after the break
@brushandpentales #kintsugi #poetrycommunity #cosmosofwriters
Some fractures aren’t meant to be hidden
Some become the very place where light insists on returning
Tonight’s piece is for the versions of us
that learned to shine after the break
@brushandpentales #kintsugi #poetrycommunity #cosmosofwriters
November 27, 2025 at 4:36 PM
THE GOLD I DIDN’T EXPECT — not repair, but revelation
Some fractures aren’t meant to be hidden
Some become the very place where light insists on returning
Tonight’s piece is for the versions of us
that learned to shine after the break
@brushandpentales #kintsugi #poetrycommunity #cosmosofwriters
Some fractures aren’t meant to be hidden
Some become the very place where light insists on returning
Tonight’s piece is for the versions of us
that learned to shine after the break
@brushandpentales #kintsugi #poetrycommunity #cosmosofwriters
THE ORCHESTRA OF ALL COUNTRIES — where ten moods of the world meet inside one heart
No matter where we’re born,
our feelings speak the same music.
Longing, desire, memory, hope —
every heart plays these notes
in its own language.
#poetrycommunity #internationalart #globalmusic #symphonyofemotion
No matter where we’re born,
our feelings speak the same music.
Longing, desire, memory, hope —
every heart plays these notes
in its own language.
#poetrycommunity #internationalart #globalmusic #symphonyofemotion
November 26, 2025 at 9:59 PM
THE ORCHESTRA OF ALL COUNTRIES — where ten moods of the world meet inside one heart
No matter where we’re born,
our feelings speak the same music.
Longing, desire, memory, hope —
every heart plays these notes
in its own language.
#poetrycommunity #internationalart #globalmusic #symphonyofemotion
No matter where we’re born,
our feelings speak the same music.
Longing, desire, memory, hope —
every heart plays these notes
in its own language.
#poetrycommunity #internationalart #globalmusic #symphonyofemotion
THE CLOCK THAT WAITED FOR NO ONE —on the hour my silence learned to breathe
Some landscapes don’t ask for understanding.
They ask for courage —
the kind that turns a key in the dark
and trusts the truth waiting on the other side.
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #inspirations #poets_island
Some landscapes don’t ask for understanding.
They ask for courage —
the kind that turns a key in the dark
and trusts the truth waiting on the other side.
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #inspirations #poets_island
November 26, 2025 at 7:46 PM
THE CLOCK THAT WAITED FOR NO ONE —on the hour my silence learned to breathe
Some landscapes don’t ask for understanding.
They ask for courage —
the kind that turns a key in the dark
and trusts the truth waiting on the other side.
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #inspirations #poets_island
Some landscapes don’t ask for understanding.
They ask for courage —
the kind that turns a key in the dark
and trusts the truth waiting on the other side.
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #inspirations #poets_island
THAWPOINT — where cold remembers fire
Some winters only melt for one kind of fire.
What glows in silence is often the truest light.
#prtanka25 @poeticreveries_ #poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
Some winters only melt for one kind of fire.
What glows in silence is often the truest light.
#prtanka25 @poeticreveries_ #poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
November 25, 2025 at 4:35 PM
THAWPOINT — where cold remembers fire
Some winters only melt for one kind of fire.
What glows in silence is often the truest light.
#prtanka25 @poeticreveries_ #poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
Some winters only melt for one kind of fire.
What glows in silence is often the truest light.
#prtanka25 @poeticreveries_ #poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
LUNAR TRACE — where beginnings borrow the dark
Becoming begins in fragments. Even the slightest curve of moonlight can move a life.
#stanzasociety @stanza_society @floralpears56 #poetrycommunity
Becoming begins in fragments. Even the slightest curve of moonlight can move a life.
#stanzasociety @stanza_society @floralpears56 #poetrycommunity
November 24, 2025 at 2:13 PM
LUNAR TRACE — where beginnings borrow the dark
Becoming begins in fragments. Even the slightest curve of moonlight can move a life.
#stanzasociety @stanza_society @floralpears56 #poetrycommunity
Becoming begins in fragments. Even the slightest curve of moonlight can move a life.
#stanzasociety @stanza_society @floralpears56 #poetrycommunity
WILT — on learning to outgrow what withers
Not everything that bends is broken.
Some endings simply return you to yourself.
@altpoetryprompts #visualprompt #writerscommunity #poetryprompt #poetrychallenge
Not everything that bends is broken.
Some endings simply return you to yourself.
@altpoetryprompts #visualprompt #writerscommunity #poetryprompt #poetrychallenge
November 22, 2025 at 2:58 PM
WILT — on learning to outgrow what withers
Not everything that bends is broken.
Some endings simply return you to yourself.
@altpoetryprompts #visualprompt #writerscommunity #poetryprompt #poetrychallenge
Not everything that bends is broken.
Some endings simply return you to yourself.
@altpoetryprompts #visualprompt #writerscommunity #poetryprompt #poetrychallenge
BENEATH THE BLUE VEIL — where silence remembers
When the night turns sentient and the silence grows teeth,
some truths finally breathe.
Not for daylight.
Not for witnesses.
Only for the dark that knows how to keep a secret.
@authoravipattnaik @gatheringpoets #poetry #visualpoetry #poemwriting
When the night turns sentient and the silence grows teeth,
some truths finally breathe.
Not for daylight.
Not for witnesses.
Only for the dark that knows how to keep a secret.
@authoravipattnaik @gatheringpoets #poetry #visualpoetry #poemwriting
November 22, 2025 at 11:37 AM
BENEATH THE BLUE VEIL — where silence remembers
When the night turns sentient and the silence grows teeth,
some truths finally breathe.
Not for daylight.
Not for witnesses.
Only for the dark that knows how to keep a secret.
@authoravipattnaik @gatheringpoets #poetry #visualpoetry #poemwriting
When the night turns sentient and the silence grows teeth,
some truths finally breathe.
Not for daylight.
Not for witnesses.
Only for the dark that knows how to keep a secret.
@authoravipattnaik @gatheringpoets #poetry #visualpoetry #poemwriting
BREACHPOINT
Not every shutdown is failure
Not every reboot is repair
Some breaks arrive to protect the parts of us
that refuse compression, control, or correction
The mind knows when it’s being rewritten—
and when to rise
#galaxyinpoetryy_prompts #poetrycommunity #justatry🙈
Not every shutdown is failure
Not every reboot is repair
Some breaks arrive to protect the parts of us
that refuse compression, control, or correction
The mind knows when it’s being rewritten—
and when to rise
#galaxyinpoetryy_prompts #poetrycommunity #justatry🙈
November 22, 2025 at 10:39 AM
BREACHPOINT
Not every shutdown is failure
Not every reboot is repair
Some breaks arrive to protect the parts of us
that refuse compression, control, or correction
The mind knows when it’s being rewritten—
and when to rise
#galaxyinpoetryy_prompts #poetrycommunity #justatry🙈
Not every shutdown is failure
Not every reboot is repair
Some breaks arrive to protect the parts of us
that refuse compression, control, or correction
The mind knows when it’s being rewritten—
and when to rise
#galaxyinpoetryy_prompts #poetrycommunity #justatry🙈
FINGERPRINT THEORY — on the quiet mathematics of being Lost & Found
Some traces stay longer than the moment that made them.
My take on Lost & Found—
what slips away, what echoes,
and what returns as quiet light.
@wild_ink_and_sunflowers @laur_enough #wildwednesdayprompts #poetrycommunity
Some traces stay longer than the moment that made them.
My take on Lost & Found—
what slips away, what echoes,
and what returns as quiet light.
@wild_ink_and_sunflowers @laur_enough #wildwednesdayprompts #poetrycommunity
November 22, 2025 at 7:04 AM
FINGERPRINT THEORY — on the quiet mathematics of being Lost & Found
Some traces stay longer than the moment that made them.
My take on Lost & Found—
what slips away, what echoes,
and what returns as quiet light.
@wild_ink_and_sunflowers @laur_enough #wildwednesdayprompts #poetrycommunity
Some traces stay longer than the moment that made them.
My take on Lost & Found—
what slips away, what echoes,
and what returns as quiet light.
@wild_ink_and_sunflowers @laur_enough #wildwednesdayprompts #poetrycommunity
FRACTURED BRICKS — on the silence a childhood leaves behind
This house was a home once—its walls still keep the warmth of those who made it so. Memory lingers where breath once lived and the silence carries more truth than sound ever did
@wild_ink_and_sunflowers #poetrycommunity #cosmosofwriters
This house was a home once—its walls still keep the warmth of those who made it so. Memory lingers where breath once lived and the silence carries more truth than sound ever did
@wild_ink_and_sunflowers #poetrycommunity #cosmosofwriters
November 21, 2025 at 12:26 PM
FRACTURED BRICKS — on the silence a childhood leaves behind
This house was a home once—its walls still keep the warmth of those who made it so. Memory lingers where breath once lived and the silence carries more truth than sound ever did
@wild_ink_and_sunflowers #poetrycommunity #cosmosofwriters
This house was a home once—its walls still keep the warmth of those who made it so. Memory lingers where breath once lived and the silence carries more truth than sound ever did
@wild_ink_and_sunflowers #poetrycommunity #cosmosofwriters