Exhumed From My Dreams Poem by Sutputra Radheye

Exhumed from my dreams....
-Sutputra Radheye.

Every morning my body is exhumed,
from the soil of dreams,
where you were holding me tight,
to a place I knew your heart wasn't far from

Only me and you, there were,
and a field full of grasses sun-kissed,
never-ending, enchanting till eternity,
to where my eyes could reach

Some painted in yellow and others were green,
wearing pearls of dew on their bodies;
like mistresses, all of them ambled in the breeze,
oh, if not seduction, what was it?

How romantic of a date it was,
in the midst of that field, we were lying,
my head on your lap, and your curls,
arousing my nostrils with the fragrance of it

'I love you', said I softly,
with our eyes locked, and your smile,
speaking on your behalf-
That silence answered everything I ever wanted to ask...

What if it was a dream,
a world within my mind that I had created,
It has brought light with it in the chamber of my heart,
of where only darkness and smoke were visitors...