Chrysalis

February 5, 2019 by Usha Pisharody 6 Comments

Barely spawned-

I fed on words

Taking all I could

Seasoning them

The bland, the insipid

Them cliches and them stereotypes.

 

Seasoned them

With rebellion and intolerance

Voracious, ever-demanding.

 

The hunger for opinion

Then the necessity to serve it

Tempered with altercation

Garnished inelegantly

With disdain!

 

That liberty to do 

Precisely that, till satiated!

 

Irreverant, devouring

Each click-baited morsel,

Till finally it was time.

 

Insouciant, outraged

Protestor, Rebel –

Even I had to yield

I’d had enough.

 

Clothed in indifference

The helplessness of a witness

To rampant, rampaging rallies of belief.

 

I waited it out. 

 

For I knew, from within,

I’d changed.

I’d grown.

I’d distilled

What I thought I needed.

 

From the rebel –

With an all -encompassing hunger

I emerge –

Wearing those colours

Of insouciance and outrage

Woven into the threads

Of acceptance, of anticipation.

 

Let’s just say

I survived.

(19 January, 2019)

For 3 February, 2019, Day#3 of #FebruaryFlows 🙂