Why?

Set me free and let me spread my arms as wide as I can just like the whales spread their flippers in the vast ocean.

Let me resurrect my self not only from the ashes but yes also from every scar I would get,

Every drop of blood I would pour and every tear I would shed like the phoenix who resurrect from its ashes.

Let me be the thunderstorm with heavy shower so that I can soothe the mouths that would blabber you can only roar.

Let me be the excavator and I will not only tear the mental but yes will reach upto the heart of core, But, wait, "Why?

Why the hell I'm even asking for permission?

Why I'm requesting and then waiting it to be granted"?

I am neither that pretty looking butterfly that attracts everyone and lastly stretched and kept between the pages of a thick book nor that monarch one who feeds on poisonous weed to become distasteful and ugly to camouflage it self, but, 

I'm that Antimachus Swallowtail that would definitely look beautiful but not made to be stretched and kept as even a little poison can kill you.

I'm not fooling somber with stour and definitely not showering doom and gloom

So if I talk-turkey then I'm trying to give strength to that every desire, hope, dream, etc that had been compelled to be quiet,

All those dreams and desires are shouting to come out and jump and splash in the puddles!

I'm not trying to be that mensch and magnanimous but the felicity and liberty of soul!