Pretend

Everyday we live; yet everyday we die
Doing what we do best
Pretend
Pretending to be someone else,
Pretending to smile ourselves insane,
When the soul bears the brunt of a million pains.
Pretend to live as the heart realizes
the gong of the nearing doom,
Pretending that life's a blast
when death looms large,
Crying the tears out until we are dry
comforted by the hope alone which lives inside.
The pain never ends until we are safely nestled in the waiting arms of death
The bars of the cage are rusted,
and oblivion awaits..
while we do what we do best
Pretend...

Author's Note

I have been writing poems for long..but this is the first time I am publishing them online :) I would very much value your opinion :)

Reviews

[Bharath Mutyala]

Okay I thought you were good , but didn't realize you're this GOOD! Loved it. I wish I could give you a better review , but I am the Jon Snow of poetry. So good luck with the other ones 'cause your first one is definitely good ( I know...sorry my adjectives fail me when I need them the most :P ).

Cheers :)

Bharath

[Romalina]

Thank you!! you really made my day with such a nice review :)

[Romalina]

and Jon Snow? lol XD

[Bharath Mutyala]

You deserve a lot more than just good but you're welcome :)

[Romalina]

That is so sweet :) I really appreciate you taking out the time to review this :)

[Bharath Mutyala]

I am just returning a favor and I got to read a great poem at the same time ...So I should thank you really.

[A hare off]

A wonderful poem filled with so many truths. Great poem.

[Romalina]

Thank you so much :)

[Grey Evanescent]

I really love this!
... (speechless)

you're just so good.
You should post more. :D

[Romalina]

aww...thank you so much :)

[Grey Evanescent]

you're welcome!

That poem just hit me so hard in the face!