If I could roll the sky into a ball
I would gather the leaf – blue sheet
in the left palm of my right hand
and smother it with affection
with a sip of my moron lips.

And with maniacal fingertips
touch and retouch with orgasmic passion.
Then I’ll leap for the clouds and compress them
till they look like Ahmedabad cotton.

I’ll feel like the father of Christ.
I know I will.

I’ll make oceans – six major ones,
five hundred and seventeen lakes,
and ninety seas with the juice of a lime – I’ll sprinkle ’em as
please on the two hemispheres and see that they don’t evaporate!

I’ll make fish – adding poppy seeds,
neem twigs and tamarind.
I’ll make them swim to my heart beat!
I’ll make birds too : cut white light
into seven million indigo diamond needles and
twist them into bird shapes.
They shall fly from tree to tree ignited with electricity,
but my birds shall not die-
never!
Then I’ll make man – I’ll need for my recipe :
twelve hairs from a Hijra’s head,
half a coconut and one green chilli.
All this fermented in toddy.
shall make a lady, with two tiny nipples
looking like mustard seeds.

Last of all I shall make god out of bull shit.