So this year's Ujali pretty much showed the world why it's so different from the other mainstream events. The underprivileged, the unheard, the unseen but very much existent came forward and told us about themselves, their lives, and the atrocities that society commits that brings them to tears on a daily basis.
We had Household Help, Bar Dancers, Commercial Sex Workers and people from the famous Warli tribe come and enlighten us about their current lifestyles and spoke to us like parents. Such love and care from someone who didn't know any of us, moreover someone who's been shunned and ignored for most of their life moved us all to tears. The outlet of these emotions is the whole point of this series of posts. We hope you like them.
Those steep turns never met a sunshine,
Those black mornings haunted great depths.
The harmless nights became a memory
And all moonlights drowned the dreams,
of a better morning.
When those bitter nights yelled and ruled,
the hearts thumped to death.
As if the dreams die each morning,
As if the helplessness lives for eternities.
There were nightmares,
but no courage to rise.
There were no hopes,
No tears to cry.
Infinite dark days invaded,
Eternities of scary frights ruled.
For a world,
we were potholes.
To the world,
we became just pleasures with disgust.
An ever after seemed surreal,
An everafter didn't breathe to live.
There were no hearts,
No promises,
Just glimpses of perverse lust.
Just a moment that'd pass.
The days swore a bitter world with hate,
The nights didn't last to stay.
When there were satisfactions,
Pleasures attained the only power.
But we didn't ask for it.
We became the waters with no shore,
We became the abandoned souls.
But we didn't ask for it.
The poor hearts say,
'All I want is nothing more.
Just days with normal sun shines,
and days that'd stay beyond pleasures.'
Though,
Our hearts exist,
It is the world that has to acknowledge,
Beyond all pride and prejudice.
We had Household Help, Bar Dancers, Commercial Sex Workers and people from the famous Warli tribe come and enlighten us about their current lifestyles and spoke to us like parents. Such love and care from someone who didn't know any of us, moreover someone who's been shunned and ignored for most of their life moved us all to tears. The outlet of these emotions is the whole point of this series of posts. We hope you like them.
Those steep turns never met a sunshine,
Those black mornings haunted great depths.
The harmless nights became a memory
And all moonlights drowned the dreams,
of a better morning.
When those bitter nights yelled and ruled,
the hearts thumped to death.
As if the dreams die each morning,
As if the helplessness lives for eternities.
There were nightmares,
but no courage to rise.
There were no hopes,
No tears to cry.
Infinite dark days invaded,
Eternities of scary frights ruled.
For a world,
we were potholes.
To the world,
we became just pleasures with disgust.
An ever after seemed surreal,
An everafter didn't breathe to live.
There were no hearts,
No promises,
Just glimpses of perverse lust.
Just a moment that'd pass.
The days swore a bitter world with hate,
The nights didn't last to stay.
When there were satisfactions,
Pleasures attained the only power.
But we didn't ask for it.
We became the waters with no shore,
We became the abandoned souls.
But we didn't ask for it.
The poor hearts say,
'All I want is nothing more.
Just days with normal sun shines,
and days that'd stay beyond pleasures.'
Though,
Our hearts exist,
It is the world that has to acknowledge,
Beyond all pride and prejudice.
-Rebecca Shibu
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