Republic Day Musing

How ironic is it?
One person's freedom
From the shackles of dependence

Depends on another person
Loosening his purse strings
To celebrate his own independence

Seeing Red

Two glorious shades of red
Compete for eyeballs
In the afternoon

Little do they know that
While one is about
To be plastered over
The other will reach the
Junkyard soon

Fleeting Legacies

Handing down an empire
To his son may be
Every father's desire

Even though the
Inevitable truth is
The sun sets on every empire

Veil Of Optimism

If a sense of gloom
Is what I lack
It's because
The springs I sell
Teach me to bounce
Right back

The Sacrificial Lamb

Today you are
The object of my affection
Tomorrow you'll be
The subject of my dissection

Six Feet Under

Why do people let?
Corruption seep into
Their body, mind and soul

Where will they stash
Their ill-gotten gains
When every man's final destination
Is nothing but a hole

Standing Proud

Never mind if I have
Been stripped of every single leaf
I am grounded firmly
With the roots of my conviction
That ensure that I'll never
Ever be stripped of my dignity