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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

02 June, 2005


slide, sliver, slide

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.


Pranay Srinivasan
(Copyright June 2005)



Anonymous UmmeSqueezeMe! said...

Umm...Does he mean slither???

02 June, 2005 19:04  
Blogger Pranay the Srinivasan said...

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..:)

02 June, 2005 20:35  
Anonymous UmmeSqueezeMe said...

Umm...I'm not so sure about that 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...

02 June, 2005 21:53  
Blogger Pranay the Srinivasan said...


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.

03 June, 2005 09:49  

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