Going Back Home

-Monoshwita Medhi.

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I woke up this morning,

To the sound of nothingness

And darkness engulfs me

I debate

'To wake or not to wake'

Yesterday when you left 

Shattered the very ground beneath my feet

Left a woman bereft of an identity,

Your last name.

I wonder now,

What should my initials bear?

I reminisce the yesteryears,

Afternoons spent under another mans shadow.

He who bestowed you upon my unassuming world.

I shall go back to him now, for I am nothing without a title.

A simpering woman, the good girl;

They say I'm the apple of the society's eye.

But as I board the bus back home, take the last seat by the window,

My minds drifts,

Their judgment shall be heard tomorrow. 

[This poem introduces us to the plight of a women who has always been under the shadow of a male. She, at first, had her father to guide her through life. And after a marriage that may not have been consentual, she comes under the guidance of her husband. But now, due to the intricacies that life provides, she has to face a situation where she is entirely on her own. What was once an epitome for the society to look up to, is now going against all that she stood for.]