Underneath It All

Love is as weak as I am

As futile as my breath

And as bitter as my mother

And yet it 

Forms the unformed,

Informs the uninformed

It completes the self

And makes your 'self' feel incomplete

Without someone else

It might be simple

But never simplistic,

A simpleton would think

Often

The one is lonely

And I'm not the only one

And loneliness

Breaks one into

All apologies

I'm sorry for my musings

 - By Ritvij Tiwari. 18/May/22.