pining deep.

:: this is an english version of jatuh rindu.

there once a lady inside my head,

she was pining deep off the path

over which a man walk to fade

secretly leaving his corner.

a man who danced with dust,

the truest lover of today.

the lady were beating along with my heart,

nonetheless at her own speed

with hands full of doubt,

unwillingly restraining those feet in pursuit of the wind.

those once residing beside,

together in awe of the silence.

isn't a story exchanged through intertwined solitude:

a house for seekers as him and I?

so let us give way to the lady 

and the man within us, to alter the closure.