Oblivion, the

I do not remember much of my childhood
I have a brief memory
Much of my early life has become a hazy screen
I can nott dust off

I see, i hear
And I forget
Vagabond days soaked in alcohol     

Intrepid obsessions

People, alive and dead

I've forgotten them all
Once inseparable images

All the accoutrements to sadness

It's an oblivion
Inside of me
A sunya

Anant Dhavale

Trace

You look like someone  i've known
For a long time

For the longest of times

But in the end all that is left behind is this one long and lonely thought
That runs through the crack

All but one continuum
Of a remnant
A trace .


Anant Dhavale