Devi @Devipmm

Poet I am DelhiNCR Joined September 2026

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Devi @Devipmm

3 hours ago

An idea is a a door inside the wall It arrives without footsteps: a whisper in the dark A stranger who knows the way home It disturbs the furniture of certainty A seed which remembers how to break the stone A forgotten advice that slept beneath centuries

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Devi @Devipmm

20 hours ago

Power-holders love to jail, ban, cut down, throttle, muzzle, bomb, fire, attack anything that speaks, anything that breathes. But words slip through bars songs cross borders memory refuses orders. The gun may silence a voice, never the echo.

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Devi @Devipmm

23 hours ago

Even a passing glance would do I am somewhere near you folded, crumpled like a letter no one opens. Know me so I can know you I am the beginning leaning toward the end we have so little time yet we still have time not to know the breathless stranger next door.

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Devi @Devipmm

a day ago

September has to go. it came with rain and rumours, with children shedding fear too early the constitution lying soggy a song survived the loudspeakers we buried a few dreams rescued a few words September has to go— even if the darkness must move toward another month

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Devi @Devipmm

a day ago

It’s a difficult republic, Where questions lose their voices, where fear patrols the street, yet somewhere hearts keep beating to an old, unfinished beat. The night may call itself eternal, the tyrant may decree— but every step that says “No” keeps the republic free.

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Devi @Devipmm

2 days ago

This is my first day on X— where every thought becomes a text, where truth can whisper, rumours shout, and everyone can speak it out. I’ll read the noise, I’ll test the claim, I’ll disagree without the flame. Perhaps somewhere, beneath the din, a conversation might begin.

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Devi @Devipmm

2 days ago

Treat the street better— it knows our feet, it knows our beat, it chants the names we dare not speak. It holds our anger, carries our prayer, turns scattered footsteps into a shared air. The street remembers, Street replies— when people walk together, silence loses its disguise.

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Devi @Devipmm

2 days ago

India’s transformation will come through agitational politics, as democracy has been deinstitutionalised. It must return to the street, as it has lately, where citizens collectively articulate dissent, defend rights, challenge injustice, and demand accountability.