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Kavitanjali
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THE LAST WALTZ
The music blared as people jived
their eyes met and emotions vibed
he walked on yonder, asked her for a dance
her prettiness forbade her not to look askance
he pursued and agree eventually did she
their hearts now screaming like a tamed banshee
finally his courage he did asunder
"Hi, I'm Pontius Pilate, how do you spell your telephone number"
~ Pontius Pilate ~
My number is for me alone
but if you're nice, I might let you take me home
Now you can take me for a twirl
for I am a hot foot tapping girl
The tango, and cha cha are my best
When we are done you will surely need a rest
~ Tango ~
I want not you to take me home
all roads of the heart lead not to Rome
I would gladly tap and twirl with you
save on a Sunday for I am a Jew
but I humbly ask of you all along
though many a woman might be had for a song
I wish not this (song) a wedding march to be
why legalise when love is (for) free
~ Pontius Pilate ~
You may think that love is for free,
but I am afraid that it wont be with me
For I am a prim and proper girl,
who just likes to have a twirl
My father he is sitting over there,
On you he has his beady eye, so beware
Tango
I did make his acquaintance (your father's) dear
and for a moment I thought him queer
I forgot it was his beady eye and grim demeanour
which made him look like a man after a feather
as for love not being free (but for a fee)
I'll twirl with you till an hour before eternity
so foxtrot, rhumba, salsa or cha cha
what did you say your number was ("tango")
~ Pontius Pilate ~
Is it still proper for a lady to 'cut in'?
I rather think I'd like a 'twirl',
But not unless you both agree,
Don't like to come between fella and girl.
While we're dancing, I'd like to say,
Your subject of 'free' love is most intriguing,
Love being free I certainly agree, altho
Giving to all can become quite fatiguing.
~ Twilah ~
GLORY be !!!!!!!!
the bard is back and so i see
will happily jive and twirl and swirl
and even kiss your waving curl(s)
to tango it might take two
but three of us can (what??) better do
as for love its a four letter-word
nothing to do with the bees or the bird
its an emotion without a name
its for keeps and not just a game
it simply IS
~ Pontius Pilate ~
What is, is,
And what will be will be,
So far the is, is a dance,
And that too for free,
Make no mistake about it kind sir,
For I can dance far better than thee,
And methinks you make to much noise,
That drowns out the music fair,
Care not I for kisses on curls or hair,
Nor for a wedding march in church,
All I hear is the music beckoning me,
Come make haste and begin the dance,
For what may happen, I say, bon chance
~Sujata~
Sons are there
So are the fathers
Are they the daughters
Or the mothers
All are turned out
In their evening best
For they know not
What comes next
Gowns are swirling
People are dancing
The music is loud
There’s cheer all around
That’s when she entersThe lady in white
Diamonds in her eyes
The teeth the lips bite
The band stops playing
There’s a sudden hushPeople stop dancing
She feels her face aflush
Slowly he gets up
Forcing smile on his face
Reaches out for her hand
‘Lady, may I have this dance?’
The band strikes up
There are claps all around
Music’s in the airAnd hopes abound
Tomorrow is another day
Today is what matters
She may not be here again
So give her her last dance
~Khwab~
Love is as free as the air we breathe - sans pollution
now that you will only dance is but - a resolution
but but(t) in the lady in white beckoning all so graciously
can we then in the lobby meet surreptitiously
all I asked was for a telephone number you see
and now poetry seems to charge a (word) p(b)arking fee
so let's make haste and not tarry
khwab, dream on, I have the white fairy
~ Pontius Pilate ~
If to you my number I do give,
then you will know exactly where I live
When you come a knocking on my door,
My father will greet you, with a shotgun,
that is for sure
So why can we not just enjoy this twirl,
and please remember,
that I am a prim, and proper girl
~Tango~
Prim and proper girl she be
the lady in white too in her finery
add to that characters few (more)
including shotgun-wielding father in the pew (a "bore")
so I'll settle for the mobile instead
and we can sms without dread
all here so temporary and virtual be
the so-called poets' words us reader's misery
sure I'll dance till my socks get wet
this chain has (some) more surprises (yet)
~ Pontius Pilate ~
Proud Pontius Pilate a- waltzing
will wonders never cease?
if you dance my friend surely I can sing
will you teach me to tango oh Al Pacino of my dreams?
My calling card I'll coyly drop at your dancing feet
this girl's not proper this girl's not prim
do sms her and fix up a date and place to meet
p.s. she has no gun toting pop to make her life so grim.
~ Seneca ~
Proud or humble I know not this
am anything but a poet amiss
simple Pontius without words
throwing caution to the birds
let be the number and forget the ring
I'll be yonder to hear you sing
have fun ye all and most merry be
make sure you call me for this last waltz's anniversary
and another thing oh maiden sweet
I'm dropping the gun toting pop off on his drunken feet
though I still reiterate that love is free
its only your life that it asks of thee
~ Pontius Pilate ~
My life! is that all you ask of me
take it fair Romeo, I ask no fee
dont want no ring to tie meself down
upon such symbols I do so frown
Your heartbeats the lyrics to my song
and love you know is never wrong
oh prefect of Judea I long to see thee
come out of hiding your face let me see
~ Seneca ~
Well, my dear P.P. it looks as if you
Have bitten off more than you can chew,
You have all the ladies at your whim,
And the gun-toting daddy, what about him?
You will need a long-range mobile phone
If you want to find this lady at home,
But it’s been done before, so be it again,
Free love and dancing is keen in Maine.
~Twilah~
The king and I to the Taming of the Shrew
Judas and Benhur and a forgiving jew
that was just a humble cross, a reality
this chain is suffocating, words, banality
cheek to cheek or heart to heart
pity the soul here plays no part
be it raising Able or Cain
the party continues now in Maine
~ Pontius Pilate ~
Sir I think parties are so nice,
Especially if the gentleman I am with,
Provides a magnum of champagne in a bucket of ice
Oh that is so kind of you,
let us sip our wine, and admire the view
Would you like to hold my hand,
Don't you think this is really grand
~Tango~
Maine or Pune, I do not know
where there is music and love
the heart shall go
gun toting fathers and prim and proper girls
the steps or the twirls
PP and the ladies around
all shall agree love knows no bounds
does it mean free or for fee
let the heart beckon thee
enjoy the waltz for a change, dear Tango
the mobile...the SMS all will go..
only thing that shall remain
is joy of pure love
be it in Pune or in Maine
~Mukul~
"how many miles from Babylon"
"ten score miles or more"
"can I get there by candlelight ......... "
so much for the telephone number
the champagne glass and the crystal tumbler
the last waltz blaring and the feet tap-tapping
the heart serenely to the music-a-clapping
love is beautiful only when it is selfish, what a pity
seneca, tango - all, let's complete this ditty
and in the meanwhile, if you please
your email number then, now don't be a tease
~ Pontius Pilate ~
What? the dance is
over? I've just begun
To let my hair down
and have some fun.
I missed the wine,
I missed the champagne,
Trying to keep up
has been a real pain.
As far as my
number, well...I may comply,
A long distance
romance I'd like to try;
Is it 969 or
696...darn! I forget!
That country code
will get me yet!
Maybe next time,
I'll arrive early
With a snazzy dress
and hair real curly;
What do you think,
PP, is it a deal?
You
may be teasing, but I'm for real!
~Twilah~
sorry, was actually away
destiny asked me a jew to slay
so I shut the history books
and will now settle for your looks
let's make verse while the sun shines
take out the chablis and the other wines
~ Pontius Pilate ~
Well,now,
I'm certainly all for making verse,
I'll do my best,
and for better or worse
I'm sure we'll
get along just fine;
If not, we'll
compensate with the wine.
By your words I
feel very flattered
Just want you to
know they really mattered.
And who knows,
before we're through,
We may "sneak" in
a dance or two.
~Twilah~
Oh this wine is so sweet,
I think you have swept me of my feet
When I look in your eyes, I see the stars,
please will you take me for a ride in your car
There you can hold me tight, and we can kiss, and
cuddle,
throughout the dark of the night
~Tango~
I'm so caught
up in all this dancing,
I have no time
for romancing;
Besides,
I don't even have a car,
So we won't be
able to travel far.
Looks to me
like it just dancing and wine
Whose glass is
this?...'Hic' ...Yours or mine??
~Twilah~
Hey ! that's my cup you've got there !
C'mon now-it won't do to simply gape and stare.
Why do I wobble---did I have one drink too many?
The whole world passes me by,and I suddenly feel so
puny.
I hear talk of love and roses
Love---whats that?
Isn't it a series of poses?
Free love?..Huh...nothin' comes free
Oh bother! Why am I on a lecturing spree?
Let the world pass me by in a flurry of dances,
Ah ! The warmth from wine and how it ensconces!
Who needs a hug, a cuddle, a kiss?
Give me champagne,
And I'll drink my life to the lees !
~ Chrysalis ~
To much wine for you is not much good
It makes your liver about as useful as a lump of
wood
So my advice to you my friend, is to use a little
moderation
Let us just enjoy the music and the dance
Instead of falling down on the floor, and creating
a sensation
~Tango~
Dear Tango,thanks for your advice,
One must remain sane at all costs,
But whats the price?
The price of sanity,
The cost of sensibility
A whole lifetime is not enough to pay for it.
Oh,anyway ! Whats the use,
Methinks it wouldn't do to muse,
Let the music penetrate,
And the wine scintillate
Heigh ho the merry-o,
Let me get along with the show.
~Chrysalis~
By golly, Tango,
I believe you're right!
There's been too
much drinking for tonight.
Let's just sit
out this dance for a minute
Until the room
stops spinning with us in it;
Then perhaps
you'd better take me home,
But only to the
door. so neither will roam.
This has been a
dance I I'll never forget,
With all the wine
flowing, I'm dizzy yet!
~Twilah~
Come Twilah let me take you by the
hand,
as we say goodbye to the band
Out under the stars let us walk
where we can get to know each other, and talk,
Then as the sun begins to rise,
I will take you home, give you a kiss,
and gaze lovingly in your eyes
~ Tango ~
Tango, you've given such a tempting invite,
I really didn't expect such as that tonight.
Getting acquainted could really be fun,
I'd love being with you for the rising sun.
The kiss, now, on that I'll have to dwell,
Are you the sort that may kiss and tell?
If the answer is yes, then no kiss for you,
If the answer is no, then maybe a few.
~ Twilah ~
A kiss is such a "swell" proposition
and i certainly am in an inebriated condition
so if a "slip" of the tongue does perchance
let the imagination too on a merry dance
forget the car and the wine so sweet
its time to sweep thee of thy feet
carry you off in arms so strong
why are "good things" labelled wrong
~ Pontius Pilate ~
Well,
this has certainly been a night,
Let’s
take that walk in the pale moonlight.
I think
we all could use fresh air,
As the
wine flowed a bit too freely in there.
My
inebriated PP, the kiss I’ll decline,
Perhaps
another day, another time.
Tango,
PP, I must bid you farewell,
For the
wine still has me in its spell.
Time to
call it a night and hit the hay,
Unfortunately tomorrow’s another day.
~ Twilah ~
Come Twilah the night is still young,
let us enjoy the music, and have some fun
Tomorrow is another day,
plenty of time to hit the hay
If we drink only lemonade instead of wine,
our feet will move to the music in time
So let us dance until the sun arrives,
Perhaps we could do some rock, and roll, and jive
~Tango~
Alright, Tango, more dancing it will be,
That lemonade sounds real good to me;
Why let the wine ruin a night of fun
Or leaving the dance when it's barely begun?
So bring on the music, the rock and roll,
Bring on the jive and even some 'soul';
Who knows? We may even dance 'til dawn,
We only live once, and then we're gone.
~Twilah~
As you say the night has only just begun,
so let us enjoy, and have some fun
But alas, for me alone your charms you cannot keep,
for or if you do some of the other men may begin to weep
So off you go and circulate,
but first with you, I would like to make a date
To have breakfast at the riverside cafe,
and there we can watch the waking of the day
~Tango~
Tango, a date sounds really nice,
And you don't have to ask me twice,
The Riverside cafe will certainly do,
But let the evening now continue.
Should we get separated by chance,
Then for you I'll save the last
dance.
This has turned out to be quite a
night,
Meeting you, too, has been a delight.
~ Twilah ~
Oh Twilah I'm
sorry to have to tell you this,
but now i'm
dancing with another miss
She has asked
me if I would take her home,
as she is
lonely, and lives all alone
So the last
dance, and date I will have to decline,
perhaps we can
do it some other time
Tango
Tango,
what can I say? It's the story of my life,
Always a
girlfriend, never a wife,
But for
now. I'll just enjoy the dance,
There's
always time for finding romance.
Let's
see...hmm...the polka's a good place to start
And one
way to avoid a matter of the heart,
I'm happy
you've found that special one,
So on with
the dance, and let's have some fun!
~ Twilah ~
Oh here I
am, back again,
The lady
that I took home, was a pain
So Twilah
perhaps you will give me a second chance,
and maybe
allow me to have, the pleasure of this dance
If not, I
will understand,
then I
will just sit, and enjoy the band
Tango
Well,
Tango, I'm not entirely sure
That I'm
so willing as before,
I'd have
to know well in advance
I'd not be
stranded while we dance.
I've had
my eye on that dashing PP,
But he
just seems to be avoiding me;
So I'll
just leave everything to chance,
I've
decided! Come on, Tango, let's dance!
Twilah
Twilah you are so
light on your feet,
I love the way
your body moves to the musics beat
For being such a
fool, I apologise,
please let me
dance with you, until the sun doth arise
Then perhaps that
breakfast we could take,
and watch the
rest of the world, as it awakes
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