I keep reading posts that say the lockdown has taught me cooking, it has taught me how to dance and how to paint etc.
What I believe is.. all these things are already there inside and are only learnt with our own efforts when we have the amount of time to indulge ourselves in it. It's only how determined we are from our will, how passionate we are to learn such basic things in life or even polish the ones we already have. Pre lockdown we all were busy doing things at work that we're good at, forgetting about the core activities at home which we never took out time for. Now that we have all the time in the world, we chose to learn the things we never did.
Hence, the lockdown hasn't taught us how to bake cookies but how to utilize time to its full potential. It has taught us how to devote time for self-improvement and appreciating the little things you're capable of.
I am deliriously happy to be able to achieve my tiny targets and challenge the limit of my capabilities in abundance.
Are you?
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By that note, I would like to share one of my poems with you all.
I feel free.
Caged, well I used to be
with people who look exactly like me
respect, honor, and humanity
none of them I received, but only pity.
Pity!
on the way that I cry like women
Pity!
on my priorities of dance and not maths.
Even the fact that how pink I am
in my thoughts and in my choices,
sadly makes me less of a man.
They offered me aggression
I chose suppression,
they gave me dominance and competence
I refused their inheritance.
And therefore,
I questioned and doubted my existence
for why can't I buy myself some flowers and not pretence.
For once,
let me cry whenever I want
rejecting the blues and everything that makes me daunt
For once,
and for all let me come out
from the box
of conventional personalities
telling me from infancy
how to treat, act and react according to the society.
Let me be free from the chains and cuffs
of being manly enough
to hide my pains dug down to the depths
that claims
I'm strong outside
and pretends to be gruff.
I don't want to be violent anymore
let me be silent, let me restore
the warm heart inside of me
the caring person I want to be
I write neat, don't blame me
I'm organised than you could ever be.
Some days I'm naive
and some days weak
but today I feel free
and welcome, with open arms,
the train loaded critique
I will not feel afraid
or hide who I am
for today I can say
being a "man", is a scam.