Sliver
slide up the furrow,
created by my arching back,
slide up the shiver,
running up my spine,
slide through the falling rain,
like quicksilver in the river
roam, sliver, roam
roam about the neural networks
roam among the arterial highways
roam and trample the cortical mess,
that once resembled my brain
smirk, sliver, smirk
smirk at my ineptitude
smirk at the feeble gasps
smirk for the last time
fly, sliver, fly
fly for the end is upon you
fly to the ends of the shell you dwell in
find the nearest path
flee your fate awaiting you
now, sliver, now
pierce his eyes,
blinding him, bleeding him
show him the truth
bring him to his knees
and peace shall be yours.
forever.
Pranay Srinivasan
(Copyright June 2005)
Labels: poetry
4 Comments:
Umm...Does he mean slither???
hmmm lol,
nope sliver it is
actually its meant to be the sliver of hope, and when it exits the body, the body breaks down..
thats my take, at any rate..:)
Umm...I'm not so sure about that buddy...so I know that those are your lines, sure...and for you to write them once..but then, they are my lines, mine to interpret repeatedly :) and to me they are a slither - the slow slither of a sullen soul - broken by moments of flight, smirking and sliding and roaming but then back again, slithering...but dont get me wrong, there is soft, sensuousness to be found in a slow slither besides of course the unending continuity; well beyond a sliver...
hmm,
well ofcourse they are yours now...
as much if not more than mine to interpret...
so if it is a sullen soul slithering amongst the remains of a human shell clinging to the vestiges of life, shall we say?
i like it.
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