A Sonnet: To a Husband from a Wife

By Ms. Srishti Mudaliar

01/07/2012

Every night you drive my carriage somewhere, nowhere,                                    

Amidst the chasing sprites and the winds ever famished,                         

You then hand me out on a road pitch black, unblemished,                                

And we follow the glowworms to tap round the flowers bare.                

The bright moon-beams upon a clear stream alongside glisten,               

And the stars sparkle in the calm, clear, merry, navy blue sky,                

Between them is our shikara and are candles and is music shy,              

And only you and I to this unsung merry note can sing and listen.                        

Since the day you stole me from my home and myself and brought me,   

To this unknown not so suffocating city, called my new home,                

In this little house and its little room fixed not so commodiously,             

Every morning when I wake up for a day ahead, not so wholesome,                  

This dream of mine breaks up into fragments and then again it I see,       

Reunites besides me, on you and I live it again, not so vicariously.