We tend to be ourselves
in the soothing night sky.
Reality fell from shelves
restless heart beats to fly.

Reasons to avoid contemplation,
Riddles to avoid any explanation,
Curious to indulge conversation,
Dreams to indulge in imagination.

At times we may be immature,
To stuck down in unique allure.
Responsibilities raises maturity,
That never makes one obscurity.

Why do I feel such a thought?
Why do I think to care it a lot?
Why do I love to be immature?
Why do I have to be a mature?

Immature feelings rises
Poetry scribbles verses.
Matured thoughts utter
Questions end to clutter..

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© Prakash JR