The humming starts again
twenty odd years after silence
Familiar tunes return,
illogical, improbable,
sorrow threaded close
to sudden, reckless joy.
The sacred rushes and dives
into the shameless,
blending harmonies into
unfiltered racy tracks
seamless, unashamed.
One by one, the songs spill
from places thought
long dissolved,
now crowded with self deprecating
humor, quiet griefs
naked truths hidden away
for fear of exile.
then these mad songs
breathed dew
into spring leaves, bloomed
an abandoned forest
turning breath into light.
And now, twenty odd years later
her breath rises as a hymn,
as if Telugu songs were reborn
to install in her,
that very lightness of being
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