The Phantom
by: Haresh Daswani

Speechless as it may have left me,
But her mystery,
Never to be forgotten,
It was her enticing charm,
The night of the dance,
The way things spun,
As she stood in the corner,
Was she staring at me?
Or was it just hope?
A wish, for a smile,
As my fingers felt numb,
She disappeared,
An apparition,
Or so I thought,
As again,
I saw her,
Another corner,
Holding me hostage,
The ransom of which,
I am willing to depart,
And she was all alone,
In corners of the room,
No one knows her,
Or even notices,
I may be lucky,
For this ghost is mine,
Her black gown sweeps the floor,
Her shoes sing the silent melody,
With the floor of wood,
Of generations ago,

And again she disappears,
Somewhat, I grew impatient,
Where in the world,
Can the phantom go?
She teases me,
Through the night,
As if it was young,
But it still ages,
Just like time allotted,
For the dancers on the party,
And yet she reappears,
This time she stands near,
Her beauty,
Still teasing my heart,
And I too hear,
Her whispering my name,
As I was pulled in,
Then I was pulled back,
By a friend with a glass,
I turned to him and smiled,
When I looked back, she was gone,
The chariot outside left without me,
I don't know where it will go,
Or where it wants me to go,
No one saw the Phantom,
Whose beauty,
Unimaginable,
But life is not all roses,
For even the mirror is a lie,
As the eye will want to see,
Truth will come,
To those who don't want to hear it,
And to those who want to,
They soon realize too,
It is best not to know…