By Dr. Deepak Dev

I am ink that refuses to dry,
a story that stutters mid-breath,
a thought unraveling at the edge of language,
too vast for the shape of words.

Every beginning carries the weight of its ending,
yet mine lingers—unfinished, unclaimed,
a stanza missing its last line,
a map with roads that never meet.

Some call it hesitation,
this reluctance to carve permanence into paper,
but what if the unsaid holds more power
than the spoken?
What if absence is its own kind of presence?
I have walked through corridors of almosts,
collected fragments of what could have been,
seen the versions of myself that never survived
fold into the margins of forgotten drafts.

Perhaps I was never meant to conclude,
never meant to be bound between covers,
but to exist as shifting ink,
an echo of something too alive to be final.

So I leave my sentences open-ended,
knowing that endings are nothing but pauses
before the next breath,
before the next word.

Yet in the silence between the lines,
there is a pulse, a whisper,
proof that unfinished is not undone.

I am a book still being written,
not missing words, but gathering them,
not lost, but waiting for the right page to turn.

And if the last sentence is never written,
if the ink never dries,
then perhaps I was never meant to be confined—only endless.

Dr. Deepak Dev is an IT professional and IT Advisor for a government organization. With a Doctorate and Master’s degree in Information Technology, his career is rooted in precision and logic—an ordered world. Yet, writing became an unplanned refuge, a space where rebellion, grief and resilience shaped meaning beyond structure.

Though he does not call himself a poet, his work is unfiltered, drawn from lived moments rather than tradition. His poetry reflects the raw interplay between structure and chaos, navigating both logic and emotion.

His debut collection, “Symphony of the Erased: Verses Resurged & Reclaimed”, explores resilience, memory and quiet defiance. It launched worldwide on March 7, 2025.

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