A DROP OF MY SEA

Image: Ujala Chowdhry He walks the earth with his gentle footsteps Looks at the ground and stays grounded But when he looks high- his head doesn’t touch the sky, his heart does… He talks in a tone ever so surreal With a baritone that quivers the Adam And tingles the breasts  of she who listens And slowly surrenders to his will… His soft, luscious, pink lips when kissing the first joint of the night You’d be spellbound by the scene with thoughts going ridiculously obscene You bite your own lips and wait for him to blow into your mouth With his music taking over you’ve been taken over… Stars seem near Trees look like figures Roses smell incredible new The breeze tickles your body and reaches places you'd want him to The smoke smells like earth- like you are lying on a bed of grass and the sky adjusts your light settings, without having to ask… His eyes are bloodshot and drooping He lets a smile brightened his fac

She, our daughter, Image: Ujala Chowdhry is a medical disaster I did cut her body in two one for me and, one for you Her breasts for her lover Then what is the hold-up, dear? Her heart has a mind of its own It slips out  every-time I touch it How do I divide her heart? I am baffled and confused How shall we restart her, without the damned heart? Maybe, her lover can, change the heart of her heart I tried a lot, sir But I can’t change her, Her heart Oh, what good are you? Here, take your share; her breasts are yours now But what about her heart, sir? We can’t do anything about it It is arrogant and stubborn Just as she.. I agree, sir. I agree, dear. Well, who needs her heart anyway Now that we have our individual pieces We can all stop obsessing over her I proved her wrong  She, after all, does belong to me, her mother and her lover But what about the heart, sir? Well, fuck the heart Let

Image: "Allegory of Venus and Cupid"/  Agnolo Bronzino Jack, I'm bored, of us, of routine, of no more lust. What shall we do? Because Jack, I'm bored You sexed me up to brim. I've known you now, ever since. Same old penis, same old positions and the same old us. I want a child, although we decided otherwise. But a little one would fill a little void, that was created when you filled me up, every day of our boring lives. Fill me up again this time for the real purpose to break the non-mundane And join the circus Thirteen years later... Have mercy, Vivienne! I'm much out of cum. I gave you ten, yet you seek more. So go ahead, and ask your eldest son for his virgin cum. Because, bitch, I am done!

Image: Ujala Chowdhry I am unruly, I am un-inhibited, I am naked I am the pre-historic man No one has seen my face You may only know me from my bones But I existed, very much so Like you and your hoe I know you are dying to meet me Dying to ask questions  And strip me more than I already am I am glad and too proud To still be an undocumented man You don't know my struggles You think there was peace Little do you know about my daily routine If you did, you wouldn't dare to travel back Just stay where you are In your own time Live your fucking life… Evolution made you heroes And greediest of them all Your city lights are blinding me Your sky invasions are worrying me Your industries are choking me But I guess it is necessary I came here to tell you my story I am no divine soul I am just as evil as you We, as a species, are inherently invasive   I invaded

Mother! Yes, Venus Daddy has no penis Ah! Don’t be rude, dear And don’t forget to take it in your rear But what mother? Rip his humerus And humour your vagina Break his femur into two for it may be too thick for your ischium What about his tool, ma? I took possession of it, some years back In 1769, I was seventeen and sublime In my country, he came as a missionary  And taught me a good lesson on loss and gain I lost my virginity in missionary and gained phallus But when I got on top Things got hot He gained my perky buttocks And his penis was lost What’s for dinner, mother Something that you will like, daughter Roasted boneless human flesh Some spiders which I didn’t fry And tomatoes, that I did sun dry What about the banana, radish and carrot? I fed those to our dinner sponsor He wasn’t dead, just in shock I took care of that after feeding him Food t

Watcha' readin’ pumpkin pie? Sigmund Freud’s penis envy What on earth be that? Ah! the possession of phallus I don’t get what you say, dear Venus  Don’t worry mama, neither do I… Oh! Mother, Freud is playing with my mind Arousing an interest, a desire  For sexuality, sex I’ve been having dreams,  Ever so lusty, ever so wet That it's me lying on the bed Instead of you, next to your man Run to the forest, dear Get bananas for your libido A radish, for a banana, may be too thick A carrot, for color Catch some salmon for the bear Feed it first, then bring it home for dinner Here, take my knife And get some spiders to fry And some tomatoes to sundry You're back early, girl Jesus Christ! What be that? Oh! Mother, I had my first complete sexual experience I jumped in the river Caught the salmon Took my clothes off, while expecting the bear A young man offered his penis in the phallus I took it and chopped it