Conflicting Personalities Poem by Nikhil Parekh

She wanted to reach the summit of the mountain in a royal aircraft,
While I wished to walk on the scorching streets barefoot; basking in the full
Sunshine.

She wanted to drape her demeanor with fabric of the richest quality flocculent
silk,
While I desired to camouflage my body in rags; and stare unrelentingly at the moon.

She wanted to use the most luxurious soap available; to scrub her dainty skin and face,
While I was quite contented washing my hands with natural mud; use twigs of the tree to brush my teeth.

She wanted a compact swimming pool to dip into; sedately swim; with an enclosure of crystal sequestering the same,
While I fantasized about plunging into stormy waves of the ocean; relishing the
scent of salty spray.

She wanted clinically processed milk in late hours of the morning; to be
served by her bedside with sizzling hot scones,
While I had an insatiable urge to garrulously devour large pints of milk directly from the rustic cow.

She wanted a striped umbrella to walk blending with her queenly gloves; irrespective of sunshine or rain,
While I ingratiatingly desired to drench my silhouette completely in
showers from the sky.

She wanted a grandiloquent watch wound tightly to her wrist; with its luminous
dial; radiating glow,
While I vehemently resisted contraptions on my hand; relying exorbitantly on the positioning of the Sun and stars.

She wanted to use a concoction of honey and rose to wash her cascading hair,
While I vigorously rubbed my hair with raw lime; annihilating remnant traces of abhorrent dandruff.

She wanted to play intricate games of billiards; chess and cards; within the plush interiors of her palace,
While I simply went berserk; bursting with waves of euphoria at executing swashbuckling strokes with my baseball bat.

She wanted a cavalcade of cars pursuing her wherever she went; a battalion of
cameras to snap her photograph,
While I wanted to be left solitary on the street; uttering a volley of expletives when provoked.

She wanted the cool air of air-conditioner to incessantly pacify her heat,
While I was quite contented to feel the stringent summer breeze blow wildly across my face.

She wanted a fresh vase of flowers to embellish her room; throughout the
tenure of the acerbic day,
While I roamed about in the jungles; hunting large fish; caressing my lips to
the pungent aroma of blackberry shrub.

She wanted to be a glamorous model; with a plethora of people admiring her
ostentatious jewelry,
While I simply detested the high society; was supremely ecstatic when given a chance to mix with innocuous children.

She wanted to love me like a commodity; besieging my neck in a straps of leather;
While I had this overwhelming desire of guarding her against evil; wiping her tears when it mattered the most,
We were actually; excellent illustrations of conflicting personalities; God had ever created on this earth.