The Two Extremes

The distance between them can’t be abridged,
for they are never alike!
one is more rational, other is a mess.
one prefers reality over virtuality, other just
relies on the game of guess.
one acknowledges the truth,
other vacillates between wrong and right
But when it comes to decision making,
you can’t really tell who wins the fight.
one is ascetic, composed and sensible.
other is naive, dolorous and immature.
Though both are always on extreme edges,
Their tangled fate has no cure,
one is too optimistic to let go,
other breaks down sinfully,
one is ready to put all hard work,
other tries to simulate the same in glee.
when one makes me feel lonely,
other acts as an epitome of strength
don’t know which one is hard one to hold,
Both can go at any length.
Sometimes I feel, only biopsy of this demon can manage to sweeten my wrath.
The coldness has licked all the essence of sweetness.
I fear one day it will turn all subjugating,
my firmness indicates it is already no less.
They two don’t really share an amiable relation.
one looks down, other constantly gazes at sky.
All my efforts fail to integrate them,
No matter how hard I try.
Ironically they reside together in one small place,
which is no doubt my brain.
These are just two parts of it,
misery of which I suffer in disdain.
