i don't wish to be godforsaken (chainsaw me instead).
- Suhani Srivastava

- Jul 25
- 2 min read

my skirts just know how to twirl right, my eyes know how to seduce blazes, my hand knows how to hold my palmlines and creases, and my lips know languages, and my tongue knows how to take oaths, and then pray, why do I long to be saved? am I running or falling for a trap? are these my own two feet or a mirage that's managed to consume every nerve of my eye, a mirage that's managed to turn my red, vile and scalding blood venomous and cold? why am I using these examples? am I in the process of witnessing a phenomenon or am I one myself? QUESTIONS. murderous, jibing, serenading questions, how I love asking questions, and how I love not expecting a reply.
everything around us is a sum of questions (rhetorical and analytical) and answers (which might be understood best when said sarcastically), for example, just a moment before opening your eyes, where is your consciousness? where does it go AFTER you open your eyes? it's within you, but where? is it just a tightrope between life and death? is it something abstract or a fragile scientific concept? perhaps, all of the above. is this theory baseless? perhaps.
we either ask questions out of fear, or out of desperation, both of these intentions sometimes intermix with each other, we ask questions of out of the fear of the unknown, at that point, it doesn't matter if we get the answers, those questions are fated to dissolve in our echo, we ask questions out of desperation, the desperation to feel human, the desperation to prove a prediction wrong, the desperation to be assured about what's to come. while -a question can have so many intentions to be asked with so many emotions, there is only 1 way of answering, in a monotonous, quaint voice, and it doesn't matter whether or not the answer's correct.
questions give us purpose, and a heart that isn't afraid to beat loudly, so I wish that all of us, at the end of time become a sum of all our questions, and are freed from the noose of the utter blankness of our minds.
-Suhani Srivastava






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