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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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04:26

Tenderness

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2021/06/19

"I fell in love with you again in the soft foothills of this evening." The ebb and flow of feelings is the subcutaneous world of love. We are an amalgam of expectations, ego and confusion - and love for us is as much about the blood which begins to flow rapidly inside our bodies, as it is about the blood which we give to our relationships. However much we may wax about the selflessness of love, the heart craves for balance. Whilst the first flush of love is about

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05:11

Lovers of Broken Mountains

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2021/06/12

Where do the boundaries of love begin - and end? Who is the arbiter of what's right - and what's wrong? For too long, rules have followed the drumbeats of arbitrary prejudices and preferences, bereft of personal choices. It's a tragedy that after centuries of literature, art and norm, there is still stigma, there is still disapproval, there is still the need for secrecy. As couples gravitate towards their desires and destinies, building defences, building walls, it is incumbent for the world at

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03:58

Of the Moon (and Other Things Which Don't Know They...

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2021/06/05

"And as I lay on the bed, restless, empty, the moon poured her shimmering beauty, with the largesse of the caring. I knew it was fragile, I knew it was ephemeral, I knew it was ethereal, I knew it wasn't mine to claim, but I lay full fulfilled." One of the things which people often tend to minimize, or just don't realize, is the value of presence. An ageing father might not want a long

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05:09

Making Love in a Cathedral on a Stormy Day

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2021/05/29

"When we knelt in front of Mother Mary, we did not ask for forgiveness - her consent was obvious, and what we did on the benches was a consensual sacrilege, which she seemed to let the mists hide." Lovers search for a place - and the occasion presents itself. In this poem, the fact that the couple make love in an empty cathedral, is a symbol of how love makes lovemaking transcend it's physicality to something meaningful. And when you do something which completes you, you are nearing a

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04:10

Meditations On An Evening

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2021/05/22

The words "returning home" carry within them a full universe of meaning and feeling. And when evening falls, and the skies are in ruins, and, something inside us too - just the act of turning back and returning into a place which asks no questions, and folds us into its depthless warmth, is an act of saving ourselves. Who are we if not the unmoored boats let loose every day into the wild ocean of the world? Untethered and unfulfilled, we lose ourselves every day, and hence have to bring

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05:35

Call Me By Your Name

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2021/05/15

Strangely, I always think of winter as a presence and summer as an interlude. Summer is always a passage, to go from state to another, from one feeling to another, to make mistakes, suffer for them, and never regret them. So much of our lives is a litany of inevitabilities, and truthfully and figuratively, summers are when we let our souls seek truths, and however much the anguish, we look back at that time and have no regrets. Also - In my last episode I had asked you what are the ordinary

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04:02

Vaccine (or Ways to Save Love from Itself)

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2021/05/08

Seeking normalcy in these incredibly abnormal times has become a task by itself. We hear the news with dread. We fear the very air we breathe in, we fear phone calls which come too early or too late. We fear those who come back home from outside. The yearning for normalcy is a yearning for the small pleasures of life, the ones we took for granted, didn't pay overt attention to, and now miss the most. I miss meeting my friends the most, seeing laughter in their eyes, sensing the indefinable

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03:32

I Carry Love in the Hearse of My Arms

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2021/05/01

These are trying times. Tishani Doshi writes "You would have expected the clocks to freeze". In this once-in-a-century tragedy, when grief sits outside our doors, and then comes in without knocking, there's only memory, meditation or living in the moment which can sustain meaning. We all make mistakes. Alas, some mistakes are more expensive than others and get counted in human lives. Beyond the mistake, lies redemption and the cure. But true healing begins when we go beyond the blame, and

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04:29

I Think I Am In Love With You

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2021/04/24

One of the most revelatory things about any relationship, is how we discover a person, and in the process we reveal to ourselves things we didn't know about ourselves. The limitlessness of our generosity, the craziness of our imagination, the things we are capable of doing. We can be the balming breeze, we can be starlight, we can be the softest evening, we can be the sheltering sky. We marvel at ourselves, we are amazed at the things we can be. And we discover the most significant thing of true

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02:52

Stories Which Survive

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2021/04/17

"And we sat in front of an / auburn sky / and talked of found-homes / and lost-loves. / We smiled at our follies & foolishness, / & with a tinge of regret (o yes) wondered / at where life had taken us."/ Is there any ending to any story, ever? Even if something ends, there is residue floating in the universe - or in the universe inside us. Because every experience, every relationship, every happenstance leaves either dust or ash, for our lives to deal with. It could clog every artery of our

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03:17

My Mother's Lines

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2021/04/10

"I touched a pulsing vein on her hand, & thought of the blood she shared with me: her legacy of pain & meaning, an inevitable gift to me." Our relationship with our parents is invariably fraught with tension and tenderness. We fight, we stop talking, and then, magnetically, without thinking, we gravitate towards each other as if nothing had happened. One of the comforts of this love is that we can take it for granted - until we realize we can't. Things pass - so will they. And we will

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03:37

A Morning Ramble on How Love is Rediscovered at the...

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2021/04/03

"It's a lovely morning, she said, / as she drew out the curtains, / has the whiskey found a way out / or are you still in zombie zone? / It's been a while since we saw the sun rise, / it's been a while since we lingered. / Get up, my lazy disheveled love, / let's find something in this new world." / One of the most reassuring aspects of being in love is its ability to bounce back, to always find reasons to let go and to move on. Persistence is as much love's suspension bar - what props it up -

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04:07

Kintsugi

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2021/03/27

"She looked at the broken pieces / of the precious teapot, / a legacy from her ancestors, / from ten generations back. / And she looked at her trembling child, / standing contrite, with her head down, / waiting for an inevitability, / already on the brink of tears." / This poem starts with the idea of kintsugi which is the Japanese art of putting broken pottery pieces back together with gold. It is built on the idea that in embracing flaws and imperfections, we can create an even stronger,

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03:45

The Sublime in the Ordinary

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2021/03/20

So much of growing up is already burnt ground. Parents are didactic and seem more of a necessary evil, the body is unruly and doesn't listen, boys don't know what to do with their large hands, and whether they should keep or cut their soft moustaches, girls are embarrassed by the uncontrollable changes in their body, and then there are boyfriend problems and the fact that someone has an active sex life and you have none. Growing up then seems less a hope-filled vision and more of a car pile

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04:22

Fallen Flowers

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2021/03/13

Some of the most enduring love stories are often the shortest. You meet. You part. There are a million reasons why. But what these relationships leave behind are often impressions which are burnt into our beings. The awkward habit, the shameless bravado, the ribald sense of utter corniness - the unflinching freedom she accorded you just by her presence. As times go by, and we accumulate relationships like trophies or seek people as refuges, these transient lovers are the ones who, in spite of

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03:13

Broken Ribs as A Barometer of Love

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2021/03/06

"Here we are, individuals, / codified with an oath, / learning to be together and to / break free, at the same time, / but, generally, permanently / pissed-off." Love comes in so many different forms. So many shapes and sizes. Symptoms of love are subtle, varied. They are often, in look and feel, just the opposite of what they actually mean. That's why love demands time, space, observance. It is often couched in hugs and kisses, and often in anger and aloofness. Sometimes it is unrecognizable,

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03:55

Chemo: As I Battle Myself

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2021/02/27

It's startling to think how much of our life hangs on the incredibly thin thread of our breath. When illness strikes us, and there are battles to be fought, every bit of our resources - in our body, spirit, soul - fights and loses, fights and loses again. Often, a treatment like chemotherapy is itself a battle. As our skin gets parched, our hair starts to fall, as we bruise and bleed and vomit, it is easy to give up. Till we look into the eyes of someone we love, and we see the despair there, we

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04:09

I Don't Think Poetry Will Save Us. And Yet, and Yet...

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2021/02/20

I don't think poetry will save us. And yet, and yet... * * Quote from Sarah Kay's letter in Airplane Poetry Movement's "A Letter A Poem A Home" Why poetry? Publishers don't like it, people don't buy it, poets earn virtually nothing out if it. I can't day it better than what the amazing redoubtable poet Arundhathi Subramaniam said about "Why poetry?" "Because it is the art of the murmured voice. If it raises its pitch, it distorts its own reality, compromises its own integrity. It is a

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03:12

How to Hold Love as it Breaks

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2021/02/13

Showing grace under pressure is love's ultimate testing ground and testament. There is nothing which shows intent, persistence and faith more than looking beyond the skirmish and the heartburn. You don't have to be deep in love or in a relationship before realizing that the real engine which drives it is generosity. Once we recognize that, it doesn't take time to realize that generosity is also what gives life its meaning. There remains very little difference then between love and the love for

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03:52

An Epitaph Made of Light & Air

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2021/02/06

An Epitaph Made of Light & Air I want to drift out of this world. Maybe a Cohen playlist in the background, or even better, someone reciting my favourite Mary Olivers. Let there not be pain, I pray, and let there be a sense of reconciliation, of everything being the way it was meant to be, to everything being left the way it was meant to be. Someone would crack a joke that I was always fond of the unfamiliar and this, my final foray into a mystery. And I would wonder what it would be like to

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