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Uncut Poetry

Sunil Bhandari is a poet by compulsion. He says he survives in this world because he can get to write poetry. This podcast is of his poetry.

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04:17

In the Darkness of Our Autobiographies

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2022/03/19

We are often our own worst enemies. One mistake, one misdemeanor, and we hang ourselves before the world does. We deflate ourselves, we berate ourselves, we compare and invariably find ourselves falling short. Why? How can many of us find nothing right in ourselves whereas there are people in the world who can find nothing wrong in themselves! And in this game of self-obsession, where people are either the best or the worst, we bring into each situation not a recognition of its zen but our own

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04:05

Lose a Lover Not a Friend

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2022/03/12

Too little, I feel, is talked about heartbreak which arises from friendships which come unstuck. It’s almost as if it doesn’t require comment or commiseration if it’s not love. There’s injustice there. When the truth is that closely wrought bonds which are non sexual often give more shelter to the soul than love can ever do. Friendship is a live-in relationship for the soul. Where everything precious holds true, but no bond paper is signed. Friendship often frees you more preciously than how love

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04:08

Sounds of Living and the Dead

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2022/03/05

Do human beings only want graveyards on the face of this beautiful earth? With just about any reason to justify it. It could be religion, geopolitics, hegemony, hubris, world domination, strategy, business. Even if it entails sacrificing a whole populace, a country, people? Render devastation, and look at the lurid satellite images and say “It’s a small price to pay.” And if it’s a difference in colour of the skin - it’s no price at all. And if it’s someone who takes the name of a god you don't

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06:04

Midas Touches Himself

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2022/02/26

"... freedom is never wrested away, it is forever a choice which we just gift away." The tragedy of the modern day work place is its uncanny ability to numb souls. Oh jobs give purpose, direction, sustenance. But the price to be paid is often exacting. It’s a dichotomous entity - both a portal to freedom and an entrapment, a privilege of accomplishment and a secret that erodes, a means to stability and an illusion of permanence, the shimmer of independence and the reality of a cul-de-sac. There

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01:13:17

Uncut Poetry Salon featuring Soul Poets Kashiana &...

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2022/02/24

You have to hear Kashiana speak about the sensuousness of bitter gourd curry or the Zen of belonging, to understand the delicate relationship she has with words and how she captures the fragility of beauty. As a counterpoint we have Indran, with his muscular poetry which combines indignation, despair and angst into a poetic tapestry of aching pulchritude. Both Kashiana and Indran are terrific poets based out of USA, and came together for a lovely chat with Uncut Poetry on their new poetry books

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04:50

A Summery Love Story (in the middle of winter)

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2022/02/19

And then she falls in love with a girl. She reads about it and she discovers she is ‘queer’, which is odd, because she feels normal, in fact is feeling as normal as is possible. The excitement she feels to be in the company of the girl she is falling in love with is as natural as possible. Everything about her is magical, her laughter, her hair, the intensity of her eyes as she listens to her, the excitement with which she looks at her when she goes near her, her stories and the way her eyes fill

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05:20

Finally Home

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2022/02/12

The concept of home is such a simple complexity. Is it a presence, a search, a destination, a desire, a lover or a DIY? Are it's contours predetermined, a work-in-progress, a shallow end of the pool or the deepest part of the ocean? It it a place to rest before the next bout of restlessness or is it the place to determine destinations? How does its being get significance - by a mere return every evening or a filling of space or a collection of accoutrements? Does it come with a character

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06:50

I Never Wanted Parts of You Which Were Easy

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2022/02/05

I Never Wanted Parts of You Which Were Easy* * From a line in the BBC serial "Vigil" "There are always some bits of light for both of us to take away, but you do want the entire buffet of effulgence." Time and again relationships slip into presuppositions - and we start taking the ones who are closest to us for granted. We find our own needs overriding our sensitivity to the soul-twitches and mood-swingers of our loved one's aching hearts. So much of what is good in us is drowned in the

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05:09

New York: Concurrently Schizophrenic.

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2022/01/29

Whenever I travel to USA, wherever I might be, I try to come back through New York. It is a magnet to my senses. I could stand for hours in its art galleries, but also days on its streets. Sometimes as an onlooker, sometimes as a part of its unending swirl. The city's smoke and movement, it's glittering heights and its grimy innards, its populace with purpose, the hopelessness of its hobos. Its glass, its ostentation, its purpose, its hope, its possibilities. The way the city assimilates me into its

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04:37

Capturing the Feeling

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2022/01/22

"...the cold's mood would be agreeable as it opened its vulnerabilities to the warmth, and she would lay in it, like a cat in nirvana, and I would be beside her, looking at her, knowing her presence, her silence, as just persuasions for me to be with her." We often forget people, we forget their faces. We forget the cut of his jaw, or the slope of her breast. We forget the texture of her hand as it held ours, the pucker of her nose as she laughed, we forget the galaxy of freckles on his back, or

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06:43

Who Do You Choose to Become When Alone

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2022/01/15

If there's anything I've learnt in these hurting times, it is how bruises crept into me, unawares, unannounced. Here I am one day, coping up famously, and the next minute I've collapsed within myself, in a paroxysm of uncontrolled depression. Without raising a thought, I'm hurt grievously. The world just doesn't understand. Nobody can see a hurt - hence I can't be. Whilst, in the meantime, I am sinking, sinking, in a morass of undefinitions. There's no end to the depth, there's no recognizable

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05:24

Stopping by a Café to Drink a Poem

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2022/01/08

"How do you choose a poem to write? she asked. How do you find the pulse of that vein, that something precious which is nowhere?" Where does a poem come from? Where is its birth place? What is its ancestry? I have found poetry as a wound finds its scar, or a plucked flower finds an altar. The process is organic like breathing and unstructured as a heart plunging. It often starts as a curiosity to know deeply about something, a desire to unravel, to understand. But quickly it becomes an

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15:39

New Year Special! Top 5 of Uncut Poetry!!

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2022/01/01

Hello all you lovers, of poetry, of good things, of love itself. As we start a brand new year, we can only hope to dig out joy out of the debris of despondence and despair. I hope my poetry has been a companion to you, week after week, on all things hopeful, zen-like, heart-breaking but heart-healing too. Every page of my poetry is a survival manual of sorts for me. I hope I have made you come alive too. I thought it would be a good idea to hear the five most downloaded episodes of Uncut

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04:41

The Slant of the Winter Sun

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2021/12/25

"Much of the world has dug deep into the quilty warmth of bodies, wishing the winter to find its way away and let sleep wrap them in its insidious ways. And the glory of sun lies lost outside, wasted in lighting corner dustbins, and nooks where spiders glisten as anointed lures. Winter mornings are glorious. If only we get to see them. Ensconced in our blankets, our bodies held in the warmth of other bodies, the seduction of status quo is overwhelming. But there's too much which is lost even

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04:08

A Home as An Open Dream

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2021/12/18

"We would talk of the day to make the outside world our own, and lay joint claim to our individual memories." A home is of so many definitions. The place we grow in, the place we get our first intimations of the living world, the place we are desperate to get to at the end of a day - but also the place we are desperate to leave as we grow. Often a shelter, often a prison, often just a roof, often the very symbol of unquestioning acceptance. We learn the meaning of bruises from those in the next

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04:56

I Am a Residue of Life

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2021/12/11

"I'm a multiplier of the breeze and the sunsets which have moved through me, I'm a quiver of hurts I can ruthlessly give. I'm withdrawn without reason, I can be generous without a reason too." Anyone's identity is rarely singular - it's a bunch of elements, and mostly, a bunch of contradictions. There is never a case of knowing oneself, but only of accepting oneself. But accepting oneself is a phenomenon. Within its largeness lies the acceptance of others also, as they are. Messy, volcanic,

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05:17

The Improbability of Wishes

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2021/12/04

"There's always a road waiting for one of the lovers to depart." The saga of love is a play of light and shadow. There is incident, coincidence, an assemblage of adrenalin, a bellowing of blood, a singling out of songs, a resurgence of senses. Love arranges it's own arrivals, often as a storm, frequently as a story, most often as winter sun. It rearranges parts of our life, it splinters our days in ways that distance hurts - the desire to be, see, touch, smell, immerse, borders on

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05:13

When the Evening Drift Brings Him to Me (for Dad)

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2021/11/27

"I see him standing with the skies, grafted into the clouds, the breeze resting in his hair, a black & white etching to life. I gently come behind him, put an arm around his shoulders, as his drift leans into me, he looks at me soft, soft." I have often stood at the window with my dad, as evenings have drifted in. We've not always spoken much, but after all our years, we are just grateful to have the time we have together. Whilst growing up, he was the person to whom I turned to for every

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03:47

The 101 of How to Praise (someone you love)

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2021/11/20

To receive praise is a need and how to praise is an art. We tend to be so focused on fulfilling our own desires, that we forget that so many of these fulfillments happen because someone else went on a limb for us. Do we always acknowledge? Or do we just move on, unthinkingly? And the irony is that those who support us silently, who give the wind beneath our wings without being asked, are the ones who need acknowledgement the most. The strange thing about giving to someone you love is that you

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03:57

When the Goddesses Depart

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2021/11/13

"All the goddesses have upped and left, as they are wont to do. They fought a bit, showed a few dead bodies, got us to note the weaponry - the heads they'd severed, the wild rides they could summon - then dived into inescapable imaginations, depths they could escape only in a year. Beyond the sweltering of allegories and the heavy lifting of metaphors, in the dismal gloom of departure, will lay the memory of sweat - for the celestial after-smell is more dour than Dior. The goddesses herald

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