you cannot remove pain from your skin, as if it were a tattoo removal. though, i wish it were that easy. i'm aware his fingerprints are not burned around my neck, as if his hands were some unconsensual necklace. i know the bruises around my neck have faded. yet, i still feel them in my refusal to wear a scarf, or a turtleneck. i still feel them in my dreams where everything is as it was. i feel them in my rush to be different, to dye my hair, to ignore my past.
Fireflies in a jar Covered in mountains of scarves Darkened, but not out Still it shines Despite not being seen Deep within the cocoon of fabrics Soft as a kittens fur To rough as canvas sacks All contain the light Hiding it Sheltering it from the outside world.
Tonight their reflections in the window look more real than what's in the room The students study for a life that's in front of me and the old ones reap what they have sown We live on keys and coffee and electricity Tonight people are all about, but one soft voice spoke louder than the crowd I approach with a smile and hello, I like the scarf around her neck and her purple dress, this is not a test As it goes we see the similar shades in each other's colors, like the art hanging all around us, I'll be there if you will and she says the same I can't contain my smile at the twinkle in her eyes
My drink is cold going down as I sit back and admire how it all works out in the window
Inspired by events that took place in a coffee shop.
When you wrap Rainbow Over your body, Do respect it, Befall gentle and quite, Don’t turn into intoxicated, Go with kindness and endure, Then only blessing and Breeze of happiness come up to you!
There is a hand-woven Scarves used by the Sema Naga where colour of Rainbow are depicted on it (there are separate scarf for man and women with varied size but colour remain same, Rainbow). They have a traditional ethics regarding the use of this scarf. People believe that Rainbow rarely occurred in nature and it’s a creation of nature, they respect it. Rainbow coloured scarf is used by the Sema People on very special occasions, like marriage ceremony, Tulani (the festivals to care daughter and Son in-law) etc. Their rules for use and believes are narrated in the verse. It was shown and narrated the story to me by an grandma in Longtong Sema Naga village of Tinsukia, Assam, India.