Do You Know Me?

Do you know me?
The smallest boy in the block,
Too proud to hide,
Too scared to fight,
I'm the looser with steel inside.

Do you know me?
The stranger on the street,
You held me in your eye,
When you passed me by,
Anything else would be too indiscreet.

Do you know me?
The funny man you laughed at,
But it did'nt get me down,
To hear you laugh like that,
I'd rather be a clown.

Do you know me?
The rebel without a cause,
So they put me in a school,
Meant for loosers and fools,
But I laughed and broke the rules.

Do you know me?
The hero in his racing car,
You thought I'd become a movie star,
But I took to wine and drink
And flushed my dreams down the sink.

Do you know me?
The man you cannot place,
Am I good or bad,
Gay or straight,
I always wear a different face.

Do you know me?
I write this song for you,
Because I understand your pain,
I loved once and my heart was true,
And I'll never love the same way again.

New Delhi

Lovemaking

I rape the women I love with great care,
First I rip their souls and lay them bare,
Then I pluck the deception in their eyes,
And with a smile drown their feeble cries.

Making love is a cold blooded affair,
I take great pains to plan and prepare,
I weave my smiles into a deadly snare,
And gently beckon them to my special lair.

I am a man with a scientific bent of mind,
Each action of mine is precise and defined,
Each thought polished and refined,
When I finish I leave no trace behind.

Bombay

The Lord's Name

They give you a dose of Krishna, Allah and Christ,
They tell you what's wrong but don't know what's right,
Till you're so fuckin' crazy, you want to kill for God every night,
And when you learn how to sin even as you pray,
They say you're saved and send you on your way,
But you laugh out loud because their religion is a game,
If you want to be a sinner please do it in the lord's name.


One day you wake up feeling really good,
And they're back to hit you with their golden books,
They've forgotten most of it as far as you can see,
When you tell them that, you're full of blasphemy,
And they force you to pray so your madness may cease,
And you're down on your knees because their religion is a game,
If you want to be a pretender please do it in the lord's name.


You don't think it funny but you're feeling like a clown,
Men of God knocking you around,
It hurts so bad you run around town,
Burn every place of worship you see, raze it to the ground,
But their prayers are a cauldron in which you must drown,
And they sacrifice your life because their religion is a game,
If you want to be a butcher please do it in the lord's name.

New Delhi

The Poem

Somewhere out there, there's a poem waiting to get me,
I saw it in your eyes when they raped me last night,
It crawled out of your tongue and nibbled my insides,
I felt it shudder beneath me when you arched your private thighs,
And I hated the poem even more than I hated your sacred lies.


Somewhere out there, there's a poem waiting to get me,
They served it to me at the bar along wih my favourite wine,
I tried to drink it away till I lost all sense of time,
It folowed me when I staggered out to search for a friend,
And it hit me in the balls when I found a lady who had some love to lend.


Somewhere out there, there's a poem waiting to get me,
It sneaked up behind me the day my dream died,
It sat on my table top and laughed when I cried,
I grew old and grey but my poem still remained the same,
It was young and alive and it made me burn with shame.
New Delhi