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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UNTENDED— remembering as continuation, not return
I didn’t keep everything.
but some things kept me.
@poeticreveries_ #prtanka25
#poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
I didn’t keep everything.
but some things kept me.
@poeticreveries_ #prtanka25
#poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
November 11, 2025 at 5:26 PM
UNTENDED— remembering as continuation, not return
I didn’t keep everything.
but some things kept me.
@poeticreveries_ #prtanka25
#poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
I didn’t keep everything.
but some things kept me.
@poeticreveries_ #prtanka25
#poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
EMOTIONAL INERTIA— on reluctance, latency and the quiet physics of hearts that do not move on command.
some feelings don’t move just because we say they should.
this isn’t holding on — it’s the heart staying where it last made sense.
#softservescience #emotionalinertia #scientificpoetry
some feelings don’t move just because we say they should.
this isn’t holding on — it’s the heart staying where it last made sense.
#softservescience #emotionalinertia #scientificpoetry
November 11, 2025 at 3:26 PM
EMOTIONAL INERTIA— on reluctance, latency and the quiet physics of hearts that do not move on command.
some feelings don’t move just because we say they should.
this isn’t holding on — it’s the heart staying where it last made sense.
#softservescience #emotionalinertia #scientificpoetry
some feelings don’t move just because we say they should.
this isn’t holding on — it’s the heart staying where it last made sense.
#softservescience #emotionalinertia #scientificpoetry
THE GIRL WHO SAVED THE NIGHT — the hero made in silence, not spectacle
Not all heroes blaze.
Some learn to return to themselves —
and stay.
Unshaken. Unmoved. Unlost.
@kry_wolf_poetry #poetryprose #literarywriting
Not all heroes blaze.
Some learn to return to themselves —
and stay.
Unshaken. Unmoved. Unlost.
@kry_wolf_poetry #poetryprose #literarywriting
November 10, 2025 at 11:30 AM
THE GIRL WHO SAVED THE NIGHT — the hero made in silence, not spectacle
Not all heroes blaze.
Some learn to return to themselves —
and stay.
Unshaken. Unmoved. Unlost.
@kry_wolf_poetry #poetryprose #literarywriting
Not all heroes blaze.
Some learn to return to themselves —
and stay.
Unshaken. Unmoved. Unlost.
@kry_wolf_poetry #poetryprose #literarywriting
THE RED PHONE — how memory teaches its own language
Some memories don’t ask to be understood.
They just return in objects that learned how to travel with us.
A small thing that stayed with me.
@__softspells @stanza_society #stanzasociety #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetrychallenge
Some memories don’t ask to be understood.
They just return in objects that learned how to travel with us.
A small thing that stayed with me.
@__softspells @stanza_society #stanzasociety #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetrychallenge
November 10, 2025 at 7:09 AM
THE RED PHONE — how memory teaches its own language
Some memories don’t ask to be understood.
They just return in objects that learned how to travel with us.
A small thing that stayed with me.
@__softspells @stanza_society #stanzasociety #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetrychallenge
Some memories don’t ask to be understood.
They just return in objects that learned how to travel with us.
A small thing that stayed with me.
@__softspells @stanza_society #stanzasociety #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetrychallenge
CINDER VEINS — where desire learns to speak without language
Connection is not fire.
It is ember —
a slow-burning knowing
that we don’t have to rush
to arrive in each other.
Let the warmth take its time.
#SpicySaturday #alliterationnation #joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity
Connection is not fire.
It is ember —
a slow-burning knowing
that we don’t have to rush
to arrive in each other.
Let the warmth take its time.
#SpicySaturday #alliterationnation #joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity
November 9, 2025 at 7:36 PM
CINDER VEINS — where desire learns to speak without language
Connection is not fire.
It is ember —
a slow-burning knowing
that we don’t have to rush
to arrive in each other.
Let the warmth take its time.
#SpicySaturday #alliterationnation #joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity
Connection is not fire.
It is ember —
a slow-burning knowing
that we don’t have to rush
to arrive in each other.
Let the warmth take its time.
#SpicySaturday #alliterationnation #joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity
PYRE — the burning that does not need flame
Some fires don’t begin with flame.
Sometimes grief returns as 'fever'
a slow warmth beneath the ribs,
a memory reheated, not forgotten.
Not burning to destroy,
but to remind.
PYRE.
@marrowlines #whispersin11words #elfchen
Some fires don’t begin with flame.
Sometimes grief returns as 'fever'
a slow warmth beneath the ribs,
a memory reheated, not forgotten.
Not burning to destroy,
but to remind.
PYRE.
@marrowlines #whispersin11words #elfchen
November 9, 2025 at 6:44 PM
PYRE — the burning that does not need flame
Some fires don’t begin with flame.
Sometimes grief returns as 'fever'
a slow warmth beneath the ribs,
a memory reheated, not forgotten.
Not burning to destroy,
but to remind.
PYRE.
@marrowlines #whispersin11words #elfchen
Some fires don’t begin with flame.
Sometimes grief returns as 'fever'
a slow warmth beneath the ribs,
a memory reheated, not forgotten.
Not burning to destroy,
but to remind.
PYRE.
@marrowlines #whispersin11words #elfchen
AFTERTASTE — when warmth remembers more than words do
There are some memories that don’t return as stories
They return as warmth — soft, quiet, almost tender
The kind that lingers after the flame is gone
Dust me in cinnamon
Remember me softly..
#subwaysundae25 #poetrycommunity #dustmeincinnamon
There are some memories that don’t return as stories
They return as warmth — soft, quiet, almost tender
The kind that lingers after the flame is gone
Dust me in cinnamon
Remember me softly..
#subwaysundae25 #poetrycommunity #dustmeincinnamon
November 9, 2025 at 4:57 PM
AFTERTASTE — when warmth remembers more than words do
There are some memories that don’t return as stories
They return as warmth — soft, quiet, almost tender
The kind that lingers after the flame is gone
Dust me in cinnamon
Remember me softly..
#subwaysundae25 #poetrycommunity #dustmeincinnamon
There are some memories that don’t return as stories
They return as warmth — soft, quiet, almost tender
The kind that lingers after the flame is gone
Dust me in cinnamon
Remember me softly..
#subwaysundae25 #poetrycommunity #dustmeincinnamon
COINCIDE — the geometry of meeting too soon or too late
Some people arrive as part of the 'Games by Fate'.
Not to stay forever, but to shift something essential inside us.
Not loss — just change.
#poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #gamebyfame
Some people arrive as part of the 'Games by Fate'.
Not to stay forever, but to shift something essential inside us.
Not loss — just change.
#poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #gamebyfame
November 9, 2025 at 10:09 AM
COINCIDE — the geometry of meeting too soon or too late
Some people arrive as part of the 'Games by Fate'.
Not to stay forever, but to shift something essential inside us.
Not loss — just change.
#poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #gamebyfame
Some people arrive as part of the 'Games by Fate'.
Not to stay forever, but to shift something essential inside us.
Not loss — just change.
#poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #gamebyfame
AS I LET IT GO —release without erasing what was
I didn’t release the memory.
I released the weight of carrying it.
#poetiqueverse #lettinggo @poetiqueverse @rekhasjournal @writerpoetkim
I didn’t release the memory.
I released the weight of carrying it.
#poetiqueverse #lettinggo @poetiqueverse @rekhasjournal @writerpoetkim
November 8, 2025 at 8:33 AM
AS I LET IT GO —release without erasing what was
I didn’t release the memory.
I released the weight of carrying it.
#poetiqueverse #lettinggo @poetiqueverse @rekhasjournal @writerpoetkim
I didn’t release the memory.
I released the weight of carrying it.
#poetiqueverse #lettinggo @poetiqueverse @rekhasjournal @writerpoetkim
THE ROOTS I KEPT
Some memories don’t fade—
they remember us too.
I wasn’t watering weeds,
I was tracing where love once lived,
learning to hold absence without letting it wound.
Grief is a place we walk gently.
I still walk it.
With her.
#wildwednesdayprompts #Challenge #Poets #WateringWeeds
Some memories don’t fade—
they remember us too.
I wasn’t watering weeds,
I was tracing where love once lived,
learning to hold absence without letting it wound.
Grief is a place we walk gently.
I still walk it.
With her.
#wildwednesdayprompts #Challenge #Poets #WateringWeeds
November 7, 2025 at 9:33 PM
THE ROOTS I KEPT
Some memories don’t fade—
they remember us too.
I wasn’t watering weeds,
I was tracing where love once lived,
learning to hold absence without letting it wound.
Grief is a place we walk gently.
I still walk it.
With her.
#wildwednesdayprompts #Challenge #Poets #WateringWeeds
Some memories don’t fade—
they remember us too.
I wasn’t watering weeds,
I was tracing where love once lived,
learning to hold absence without letting it wound.
Grief is a place we walk gently.
I still walk it.
With her.
#wildwednesdayprompts #Challenge #Poets #WateringWeeds
WHAT IF THE CHILD NEVER LEFT?
— on grief looping inside the grown body
Some memories don’t disappear.
They just learn to stand beside us
without asking to be understood.
#promptsbyleta @tangledflxwers #justatry🙈 #poetryprompts #prompts #poetry #poem #poet #creative #art #writingprompts
— on grief looping inside the grown body
Some memories don’t disappear.
They just learn to stand beside us
without asking to be understood.
#promptsbyleta @tangledflxwers #justatry🙈 #poetryprompts #prompts #poetry #poem #poet #creative #art #writingprompts
November 7, 2025 at 8:46 PM
WHAT IF THE CHILD NEVER LEFT?
— on grief looping inside the grown body
Some memories don’t disappear.
They just learn to stand beside us
without asking to be understood.
#promptsbyleta @tangledflxwers #justatry🙈 #poetryprompts #prompts #poetry #poem #poet #creative #art #writingprompts
— on grief looping inside the grown body
Some memories don’t disappear.
They just learn to stand beside us
without asking to be understood.
#promptsbyleta @tangledflxwers #justatry🙈 #poetryprompts #prompts #poetry #poem #poet #creative #art #writingprompts
THE QUIET TURN —where despair folds into hope
not all healing arrives as light
sometimes it begins
in the simple decision
to stay with yourself
even in the dark
#reversepoem #mirrorpoem #palindrome #poetrycommunity #despairvshope #justatry🙈
not all healing arrives as light
sometimes it begins
in the simple decision
to stay with yourself
even in the dark
#reversepoem #mirrorpoem #palindrome #poetrycommunity #despairvshope #justatry🙈
November 7, 2025 at 7:52 PM
THE QUIET TURN —where despair folds into hope
not all healing arrives as light
sometimes it begins
in the simple decision
to stay with yourself
even in the dark
#reversepoem #mirrorpoem #palindrome #poetrycommunity #despairvshope #justatry🙈
not all healing arrives as light
sometimes it begins
in the simple decision
to stay with yourself
even in the dark
#reversepoem #mirrorpoem #palindrome #poetrycommunity #despairvshope #justatry🙈
WHEN THE YEARS SIT WITH ME — a quiet conversation with the future self
some evenings are not meant to be understood
only carried
@gatheringpoets #poetry#aginggracefully #painting #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #poetry #poemwriting #visualpoetry #peace #moments #explorepage #poems #poetrylovers
some evenings are not meant to be understood
only carried
@gatheringpoets #poetry#aginggracefully #painting #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #poetry #poemwriting #visualpoetry #peace #moments #explorepage #poems #poetrylovers
November 7, 2025 at 11:56 AM
WHEN THE YEARS SIT WITH ME — a quiet conversation with the future self
some evenings are not meant to be understood
only carried
@gatheringpoets #poetry#aginggracefully #painting #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #poetry #poemwriting #visualpoetry #peace #moments #explorepage #poems #poetrylovers
some evenings are not meant to be understood
only carried
@gatheringpoets #poetry#aginggracefully #painting #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #poetry #poemwriting #visualpoetry #peace #moments #explorepage #poems #poetrylovers
WHEN THE SKY REMEMBERS YOUR NAME — a moment of recognition, not return
some absences do not leave
they just learn how to shine
from another horizon
@gatheringpoets #poetry @ruvaani.unclaimed #artinspiration #motherandmemory #painting #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #autumnvibes #novembervibes
some absences do not leave
they just learn how to shine
from another horizon
@gatheringpoets #poetry @ruvaani.unclaimed #artinspiration #motherandmemory #painting #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #autumnvibes #novembervibes
November 7, 2025 at 11:26 AM
WHEN THE SKY REMEMBERS YOUR NAME — a moment of recognition, not return
some absences do not leave
they just learn how to shine
from another horizon
@gatheringpoets #poetry @ruvaani.unclaimed #artinspiration #motherandmemory #painting #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #autumnvibes #novembervibes
some absences do not leave
they just learn how to shine
from another horizon
@gatheringpoets #poetry @ruvaani.unclaimed #artinspiration #motherandmemory #painting #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #autumnvibes #novembervibes
THE LIGHT STAYED LONGER THAN EXPECTED — a reflection, not an explanation
not every brightness is revelation
sometimes it is simply the return of something we thought we lost
#supermoonbybt25 #moon
#poetryprompts @poetrysupportbybt
not every brightness is revelation
sometimes it is simply the return of something we thought we lost
#supermoonbybt25 #moon
#poetryprompts @poetrysupportbybt
November 6, 2025 at 9:53 PM
THE LIGHT STAYED LONGER THAN EXPECTED — a reflection, not an explanation
not every brightness is revelation
sometimes it is simply the return of something we thought we lost
#supermoonbybt25 #moon
#poetryprompts @poetrysupportbybt
not every brightness is revelation
sometimes it is simply the return of something we thought we lost
#supermoonbybt25 #moon
#poetryprompts @poetrysupportbybt
MICROCOSM —even the smallest life learns how to endure
We talk about grand heartbreaks and epic grief,
but the truth is
even tiny lives learn how to lose gently.
@cosmosofwriters @thestoryofgreen
#thursdaytwilight25 #cosmosofwriters
We talk about grand heartbreaks and epic grief,
but the truth is
even tiny lives learn how to lose gently.
@cosmosofwriters @thestoryofgreen
#thursdaytwilight25 #cosmosofwriters
November 6, 2025 at 4:11 PM
MICROCOSM —even the smallest life learns how to endure
We talk about grand heartbreaks and epic grief,
but the truth is
even tiny lives learn how to lose gently.
@cosmosofwriters @thestoryofgreen
#thursdaytwilight25 #cosmosofwriters
We talk about grand heartbreaks and epic grief,
but the truth is
even tiny lives learn how to lose gently.
@cosmosofwriters @thestoryofgreen
#thursdaytwilight25 #cosmosofwriters
WE MUST HAVE BEEN LOVERS ON ANOTHER STAR — probably
Look
Maybe it was a cosmic soulmate.
Maybe it was starvation, fatigue and Netflix auto-play.
We’ll never know.
But the blanket?
Mine now.
#sgreggwrites #sgreggprompts #justatry🙈 #monthlyprompts #poets_areaprompts #poetryprompts #poetrycommunity
Look
Maybe it was a cosmic soulmate.
Maybe it was starvation, fatigue and Netflix auto-play.
We’ll never know.
But the blanket?
Mine now.
#sgreggwrites #sgreggprompts #justatry🙈 #monthlyprompts #poets_areaprompts #poetryprompts #poetrycommunity
November 6, 2025 at 11:47 AM
WE MUST HAVE BEEN LOVERS ON ANOTHER STAR — probably
Look
Maybe it was a cosmic soulmate.
Maybe it was starvation, fatigue and Netflix auto-play.
We’ll never know.
But the blanket?
Mine now.
#sgreggwrites #sgreggprompts #justatry🙈 #monthlyprompts #poets_areaprompts #poetryprompts #poetrycommunity
Look
Maybe it was a cosmic soulmate.
Maybe it was starvation, fatigue and Netflix auto-play.
We’ll never know.
But the blanket?
Mine now.
#sgreggwrites #sgreggprompts #justatry🙈 #monthlyprompts #poets_areaprompts #poetryprompts #poetrycommunity
GRAVITY OF YOU — the unfinished story that continued breathing
Some stories don’t close,
they simply move inward —
becoming memory, pulse, atmosphere.
No endings, no beginning again.
Just the quiet pull of what was real.
#poetiqueverse #poetrycommunity #pictureprompt
Some stories don’t close,
they simply move inward —
becoming memory, pulse, atmosphere.
No endings, no beginning again.
Just the quiet pull of what was real.
#poetiqueverse #poetrycommunity #pictureprompt
November 4, 2025 at 7:14 PM
GRAVITY OF YOU — the unfinished story that continued breathing
Some stories don’t close,
they simply move inward —
becoming memory, pulse, atmosphere.
No endings, no beginning again.
Just the quiet pull of what was real.
#poetiqueverse #poetrycommunity #pictureprompt
Some stories don’t close,
they simply move inward —
becoming memory, pulse, atmosphere.
No endings, no beginning again.
Just the quiet pull of what was real.
#poetiqueverse #poetrycommunity #pictureprompt
STILLROOT — patience without witness
Some things grow without applause.
Not every persistence needs an audience.
Roots do their work in silence —
and silence remembers.
@poeticreveries_ #prtanka25
#poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
Some things grow without applause.
Not every persistence needs an audience.
Roots do their work in silence —
and silence remembers.
@poeticreveries_ #prtanka25
#poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
November 4, 2025 at 5:04 PM
STILLROOT — patience without witness
Some things grow without applause.
Not every persistence needs an audience.
Roots do their work in silence —
and silence remembers.
@poeticreveries_ #prtanka25
#poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
Some things grow without applause.
Not every persistence needs an audience.
Roots do their work in silence —
and silence remembers.
@poeticreveries_ #prtanka25
#poeticreveries_ #poetsociety #poetry #poetscommunity
THE TURNING — when the pen became the only room i could breathe in
Honoured to have my piece included in KALAM KI TAKKAT. Grateful to Everlasting Publication and to every co-author —
your words hold light. Congratulations to all 🤍
Amazon: amzn.in/d/345b5Sl
#poetrycommunity #anthology #coauthor
Honoured to have my piece included in KALAM KI TAKKAT. Grateful to Everlasting Publication and to every co-author —
your words hold light. Congratulations to all 🤍
Amazon: amzn.in/d/345b5Sl
#poetrycommunity #anthology #coauthor
November 4, 2025 at 12:02 PM
THE TURNING — when the pen became the only room i could breathe in
Honoured to have my piece included in KALAM KI TAKKAT. Grateful to Everlasting Publication and to every co-author —
your words hold light. Congratulations to all 🤍
Amazon: amzn.in/d/345b5Sl
#poetrycommunity #anthology #coauthor
Honoured to have my piece included in KALAM KI TAKKAT. Grateful to Everlasting Publication and to every co-author —
your words hold light. Congratulations to all 🤍
Amazon: amzn.in/d/345b5Sl
#poetrycommunity #anthology #coauthor
WHEN THE ROOM WENT QUIET — still here
This one is for the moments we don’t talk about:
the ache that doesn’t shout,
the love that doesn’t end,
the memory that refuses to loosen its hands.
If you’ve ever carried a silence too heavy to name —
you’ll understand.
#poetrycommunity #distanceandmemory
This one is for the moments we don’t talk about:
the ache that doesn’t shout,
the love that doesn’t end,
the memory that refuses to loosen its hands.
If you’ve ever carried a silence too heavy to name —
you’ll understand.
#poetrycommunity #distanceandmemory
November 4, 2025 at 7:23 AM
WHEN THE ROOM WENT QUIET — still here
This one is for the moments we don’t talk about:
the ache that doesn’t shout,
the love that doesn’t end,
the memory that refuses to loosen its hands.
If you’ve ever carried a silence too heavy to name —
you’ll understand.
#poetrycommunity #distanceandmemory
This one is for the moments we don’t talk about:
the ache that doesn’t shout,
the love that doesn’t end,
the memory that refuses to loosen its hands.
If you’ve ever carried a silence too heavy to name —
you’ll understand.
#poetrycommunity #distanceandmemory
PALEOTIDE — the body recollects water before memory
Sometimes memory returns like water —
not to drown, but to remind.
What we survive, we carry.
What we carry, shapes us.
@thistooisholy #VoicesInStone #thistooisholy #poetrychallenge #poetryprompts #novemberprompts #justatry🙈
Sometimes memory returns like water —
not to drown, but to remind.
What we survive, we carry.
What we carry, shapes us.
@thistooisholy #VoicesInStone #thistooisholy #poetrychallenge #poetryprompts #novemberprompts #justatry🙈
November 3, 2025 at 8:39 PM
PALEOTIDE — the body recollects water before memory
Sometimes memory returns like water —
not to drown, but to remind.
What we survive, we carry.
What we carry, shapes us.
@thistooisholy #VoicesInStone #thistooisholy #poetrychallenge #poetryprompts #novemberprompts #justatry🙈
Sometimes memory returns like water —
not to drown, but to remind.
What we survive, we carry.
What we carry, shapes us.
@thistooisholy #VoicesInStone #thistooisholy #poetrychallenge #poetryprompts #novemberprompts #justatry🙈
STILLFORM — a quiet holding
Not all fading is loss.
Sometimes it’s transformation.
What remains is just as real.
@stanza_society @_ayeshaasif01 #stanzasociety #poétryreels #poems #weeklyprompt #poetryprompts
Not all fading is loss.
Sometimes it’s transformation.
What remains is just as real.
@stanza_society @_ayeshaasif01 #stanzasociety #poétryreels #poems #weeklyprompt #poetryprompts
November 3, 2025 at 8:43 AM
STILLFORM — a quiet holding
Not all fading is loss.
Sometimes it’s transformation.
What remains is just as real.
@stanza_society @_ayeshaasif01 #stanzasociety #poétryreels #poems #weeklyprompt #poetryprompts
Not all fading is loss.
Sometimes it’s transformation.
What remains is just as real.
@stanza_society @_ayeshaasif01 #stanzasociety #poétryreels #poems #weeklyprompt #poetryprompts
THE KINETICS OF MEMORY — on resonance, reanimation and the momentum of what refuses to die quietly
The past never stops moving.
memory isn’t stillness — it’s momentum stored in the body.
a scent, a chord, a pause in someone’s voice ..
#softservepsycho #scientificpoetry #experimentalempathy
The past never stops moving.
memory isn’t stillness — it’s momentum stored in the body.
a scent, a chord, a pause in someone’s voice ..
#softservepsycho #scientificpoetry #experimentalempathy
November 3, 2025 at 7:35 AM
THE KINETICS OF MEMORY — on resonance, reanimation and the momentum of what refuses to die quietly
The past never stops moving.
memory isn’t stillness — it’s momentum stored in the body.
a scent, a chord, a pause in someone’s voice ..
#softservepsycho #scientificpoetry #experimentalempathy
The past never stops moving.
memory isn’t stillness — it’s momentum stored in the body.
a scent, a chord, a pause in someone’s voice ..
#softservepsycho #scientificpoetry #experimentalempathy
THE QUIET THAT STAYED — remembrance unfolding without permission
Some memories don’t fade.
They just learn to walk beside us.
#StanzaSociety #remembrance #poetrycommunity
Some memories don’t fade.
They just learn to walk beside us.
#StanzaSociety #remembrance #poetrycommunity
November 2, 2025 at 8:20 PM
THE QUIET THAT STAYED — remembrance unfolding without permission
Some memories don’t fade.
They just learn to walk beside us.
#StanzaSociety #remembrance #poetrycommunity
Some memories don’t fade.
They just learn to walk beside us.
#StanzaSociety #remembrance #poetrycommunity