The Phantom’s Call


Should I? Yes, I should tell you:
Sweet solace of you is not enough.
In the sumptuous places,
Where we drink champagne,
And rise with mists of:
Accomplished and unaccomplished dreams.
Where, in reply – we hug each other,
And you squeeze my hand.
Of all that about our past and tomorrows,
Some glowing, some stern and dusky:
Coming and vanishing…
Vanishing and coming…


These are the rising moments,
When I hear the unbroken hoofbeats,
The crackling of a whip.
What does it all mean?
It means our puppet show,
Somewhere has to end –
In The End!


The time to bring in ‘the end’ is nearer.
Imprinted like summons,
More and more frequently,
These thoughts are in my mind.
Coming everywhere from darkness,
Pricking me like a needle,
More and more frequently,
These thoughts are in my mind.





Geeta Chhabra


These verses are dedicated to my husband Ved, and were written after a Capital Club evening event held for renowned Indian Artist M.F. Hussein, on 8 April 2010 in Dubai. 


From the book: An Indian Ode To The Emirates by Geeta Chhabra

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