Shivering Doorway Poem by Satish Verma

Savage absence of you,
I miss your assaults
what was actual in you, I never knew.

Neither flesh, nor spirit
had helped me.
Somewhere there was a planet I missed.

Or a miracle?
Ending of means was the center of conflicts.
Time was running out.

Genetics tinkered
matrix unmoving,
what implants will be needed for dazzling the heavens?

The desert was crying.
Proud generation charred by transcripts
begins singing.

Falling leaves recollect the pain.
Possibility of pregnancy exiled,
the shivering doorway was closed.