25% of Vital Remains
75% of Sheena Row
I apologize for the randomness and chaotic thoughts...the poem is strictly not linear in thought, just a jumbled mess that was my brain...
I like JB a lot, I really really am a great JB fan, in fact, when JB ends, I will not write any more KS fan fictions, but I really don't hate Meera...I think she is superfluous and redundant but she is really not hateful, selfish and unworthy of our respect.
But I understand your pain, you want JB badly, and we all feel righteous about saying bad things about Meera, but are we taking our hatred too far??
Ravages of Kasam Se
By storm, by force
With might... without remorse
We are here to establish JB's Love
Like cancer, our hate (for Meera and creatives)
Consumes the light of elysium
Unstoppable force of bigotry and supremacy
All destroying...all devouring
Heaven now ravaged... scarred and empty
Embedded in the deep, dark abyss
Strike the death knell of the pandemonium
Imbue one's hands in the blood of Meera,
Ringing our words of righteousness
Scared by the dimming of the light
Engulfed in our own bitterness
We wear our halo of truth
Mourn the missing chemistry
With passion, we pray for the bitter reunion
Through the grim chaos and endless pathos
We wait for the day of reckoning
Glory of wrathful indignation
We deny the union between Jai and Meera
Obsessed with our poisonous truths
We think it is wrapped in impurity
Screaming in your agony
Vehemence... the innocent shall feel our steel
Implode the structures of decency
Meera is no enemy of mine
But my shrine of gold has rusted away
In my heart, I know it's wrong
Worthless to the masses...end all for the few
The fading images through your merciless eyes
Watching as KS wastes away....
Heaven denied, as the show will now decay
Paradise scorned, eden all but burnt to cinders
Loyalty has turned to betrayal
Mourn the thought of hope departing
To walk the path of the righteous love
Forever dragging the chains of torment
It neither ends nor lives fully
The skeptic within me
Forever unbelieving JB will ever be together again
My Hope and sanity is all but gone
I am hanging on like a masochist
Gravedigger, Bring on the shovel
Hold that thought,
May be digging is not enough,
How about a crematorium?
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes…
Hope there is no room for resuscitation
Love,
-- Sheena