Jubilating Kala
Photo: Mahatma Putra 's Personal Archive The room was black, as black as my past. The memories were dark, glancing in a blast. From an old clock rack, tick-tocked in a rush. _ It was rainy today, I saw at the weather forecast. It was wet and cold, yet we ate Haagen-Dazs. We were together, yet we listened to Radiohead's 'Just.' Finally you said that I had life none could adjust. You left me alone like that girl in Bang-Bus. I shocked, nearly stopped my pulse. It was on that park, I remembered that dog's bark, I felt that cold spark. _ It was on that grass, we met and talked, it was all about us. Sipped some wine each a glass, until your cheek's blushed. We toasted to a past, for the life we have passed.