Betrayal

Just a story I had in mind for a while now. Not fully fleshed out or detailed, mostly an outline-plot.

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CHARACTORS

• Protagonist - Prot
• Wife - Prot's Wife
• Jack - The other guy

STORY

Jack is following a woman, who is a friend of Prot's wife.

Prot and his wife accompany the woman to her hostel. Jack follows them into the hotel, and he's told he can't stay.

Jack questions how Prot can stay, and he is told that since Prot's wife is accompanying her friend, implicitly Prot is company as well.

Jack sneaks in to the hotel nevertheless. Then Jack goes and complains to the warden about Prot's presence, and the warden asks the wife who her husband is. 

The wife remains quiet. She is unsure who she wants to defend.

Who is Jack's love interest? Is it the woman from the hostel, or Prot's wife?

If it is ...

When the great falcons from east take over the blue sky..
When the grass down is no more green thru' an eagle's eye..
"If it is war they want, it is war we give 'em", said the master..
"If it's war they want, it's more I give 'em", smirked the disaster..
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whatever..

Heart.

నా హృదయాన్ని దోసిలిలో పట్టుకుని నీ కాళ్ళ ముందుంచాను.
నువ్వేమో..ఇటువేపు చూడనైనా చూడకుండా వెళ్ళిపోయావ్.
తన్నినా, తొక్కినా సంతోషించే వాడిని, నీ పాద స్పర్శ సోకిందని.

Something Angrez..

A coupla my recent try outs in english..here they go -

When the sun set starin' sadly at stars high in the sky..
When the birds chimed and made a synchronous fly..
There sat alone, a soul that was hurt so badly..
There sat a lone me, in the middle of melancholy..

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I was standing alone on the ashes of a broken city ruined by a war..
The faded glory that will no more be worth a thought in the folklore..
I waded back, heavy-hearted, not knowing which way was the home..
Stopping by meanwhile, to collect those pieces of a shattered dream..

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That was a day of mid-summer, that did not make any history..
The winds were still, the leaves dry, and it was no mystery..
The heart thumped, the wine spilled, and the brakes slammed..
The soul was now dancing, hanging upside down from the hell..

Few more..

Few more of my prev. scribbles..

Atlast...

Atlast, i could make it!! yes, i scaned few of my poems and here they go...
first, a coupla old ones that i already posted here, but a new look...

then a new one...this one also i wrote long back...

now, an unfinished (not really, but i felt so...) scribble...i wrote it when i wz sitting at my desk at work, and eventually got bored...(u can see i wrote on a tissue...) p.s.: any good finishings 4 this last one are welcome...

stick around, i promise more 2 come soon...