some faded with the onslaught of time,
some washed down in the anguish that flowed
a helpless anger welled at this sight
i made it even uglier with brush of my hands
as senses prevailed, time and again
i tried in vain to repair from my memory
i have lost my touch, the symphony is lost
it is all blurred and incoherent now

sometimes, not often, i ruefully wonder
was it all a mere figment of my imagination
momentarily it frees of the haunting guilt
that i failed somehow, that i lost
there is still a little left, on the edges
that stops me from falsifying the past
in patience i wait, i am too tired
one day, i wish, it wont matter to me too..

amen!