The rival

Standing proud gawking at me,
The pride vibrant in your face, the radiance from distances afar,
People throng around you but have spared me,
I know deep down inside,
there is a pain that makes you who you are,
I act inward, you, outward,
your contemptuous interior masked by an unpretentious earnestness,
The reality Visible only to me,
and yet our differences not so very far,
No jealousy, no hatred plaguing my heart,
Knowledge of your banal and mundane mind incepting a smile,
One ray of priceless hope I see,
I know you the fullest,
And another priceless hope I feel,
You know me the fullest,
After all I am the meanest rival I can ever have.

The chameleon's song

The milieu he was in awe inspiring?
The attire he was draped in,the attitude,
And a smile that is meaningless,
To please the beholder so different,
To have no thoughts of his own,
But borrowed from his peers' hue,
He saunters wildly up and down,
Till some acquaintance good or bad,
Takes notice of this staring lad,
with a backbone of a Paramecium,
whos reaction to a news,
will be smeared by the cues of all around,
Killing off even an iota of freshness from his mind,
Breeding in the warmth of tried and tested,
Being unique only in killing individuality,
But he is not omnipotent full of miracles,
just a soul trying to make it better out there,
After all its the chameleon thats more equipped,
To fight and survive the battle of the fittest,
Than a good old human being armoured with thoughts of his own!!!