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