Phantom Figure Poem by shakil ahmed

Phantom Figure

One phantom figure appeared before me
In a dim moon-lit night
Immediately I remembered the face
With ecstasy and great delight.

I intently gaze at her face
Again and angina in wander
In an attempt to recollect her name
I began to ponder.

In the dim-light night
I could see her eyelids soundless blink
What a pleasure, so long wrapped in wonder
Only I enjoyed and I could think

Breaking the nocturnal silence
She looked furtively at the lawn
I would remember her warm breathe
When she was gone.


He arrival brought sweet joys in me
But her eyes had the vision to discern
Whether I was happy or sad
It was her only concern.

It was a story of long ago
When she was a girl of nineteen
She gazed at me for some moment
Sitting in college canteen.

She said a lot silently looking at me
And loved me more and more
I could not understand that day
What had God kept in my store.

I thought green leaves turned pale
But love didn’t turn cold
Thousand years might pass away
But love couldn’t be old.

Phantom figure appeared before me
Just to say farewell
But I thought was it the time
To come and tell.

She loved me a lot
And announced like a herald
She had completed her turn
And would meet me in other world.

Was it just a dream?
Or an imaginary illusion
No, it was the last meeting
After a long days seclusion.

Shakil Ahmed.