Uncut Poetry
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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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332 episodis
Hale, Fall & Spring (of you & I)
I love this poem because it condenses the thoughts which partners who separate from each other might have of the other.
It's subtle, oft...
Walking into the Morning's Wisdom
Summers in Kolkata slide rather than blister, which is what happens when I visit Jhunjhunu. Both are experiences. There's no hiding place here because...
Replay - Let Me Sit Beside You Quietly
This is a repeat of one of my more popular poems, replayed here with a hope of getting a new audience, who might have missed it.
A colle...
A Home Which is You
A home is a person.
I think I realized this a long time back. I loved all the homes I've stayed with my parents. Every time my dad chang...
Naked, My Love
We complicate relationships because we deny simplicity or simple ways of loving or - maybe - the simple solutions to complex things.
Eve...
This light like love
To awaken every morning is to reward oneself.
The day is desperate for us to discover it, to unravel its mysteries and find its surprise...
Before Beauty Takes Its Toll
There's so much in this world to be unhappy about. The reasons are endless. And we can fallow in the silky self-indulgence of not being in control and...
A Poem as a Gift for a Girl With No Confidence in Herself
Don't we all know people who are gold - talented, beautiful, attractive - but who deep inside are uncertain about themselves. They doubt their abiliti...
Closer to Death. Nearer to God.
Haruki Murakami said "Death is not the opposite of life but a part of it."
Loss is an inevitable part of life. It could be the loss of...
Marriage Made Me a Philosopher
Marriage:
it was the end of all illusions
and the beginning of philosophy:
marriage was a lesson in impermanence -
not...
The Long Now of Us
I sometimes feel we would be better people if we were slaves to love. Not to work for it, not to fantasize about it, not try to record of its wonder -...
A Child Mulling on Life Beside the Sea
The whole process of growing up has an inevitability- and a tragedy - attached to it. A child grows up believing - trusting everything and everyone. A...
The Art of Living
I spent three days in Kochi, immersed in the art biennale. And wandering through the lanes, warehouses, waterways, and cafes of the city. The city was...
Memories of Peppermint Mocha
It's a startling thought, that someday sometime, there's that final time - and never again - when you will meet someone, hold someone, say that word,...
Lunatics in Search of Peace
Animals hunt to fill their stomachs. Humans do so for power and greed. And when they possess weapons of destruction, they think themselves to be invin...
The Ironies of Love
Words are all what we have, to conjoin or to distance each other, what can make the difference between making a bridge to cross differences, or to fin...
It Takes Time for Love to Find Comfort
Relationships take time. Even 'love at first sight' is a construct only, finding immediate challenge in the crucible of real life. I know couples who...
Where We Start & Where We End
The charm and beguile of life is that it throws the unexpected with such unerring regularity.
We start something with an intent. But the...
Replay - When Did You Say?
This is a repeat of one of my more popular poems, replayed here with a hope of getting a new audience, who might have missed it,
Sometim...
The Sound of a Man Falling
I reach the summit.
Not inch by inch—no, I arrive in a flood. Talent spills out of me. Love follows, tidal and unquestioning. Directors...
The Lives of Others
We have to step out of our lives to see what is in the great beyond. Often just outside our gated communities are worlds we know nothing of, lives bei...
The Space Between Our Words
Why don't we have honest conversations with the ones we love the most? Why don't we listen - really listen - without comments, without reply, without...
A Poem as a Gift for a Girl With No Confidence in Herself
Poems have a way of showing truths and making us recognize what we are often blind to - that the best we have is adequate and the worst we think we ar...
I Think I Can Be An Adventure With You
As new year eves crack our worlds open into two - a past and a future - albeit as tenuous in concept as they come, deep inside we know the celebration...
Stealing Beauty
We are privileged enough to linger in beauty without thinking of livelihood.
We spend time with the skies, linger over petunias, chrysanthemums,...
A Love Letter from a Frustrated Husband to an Exasperated Wife
Darling, make no mistake.
There's so much of you I crave and care for. My morning gratitude wishes are of you, whatever nightmare you mi...
Let There Be Fewer Stories This Winter
Summer makes me light and present. The monsoon pulls me into its flood of feelings. Autumn turns me inward—part stranger, part seeker.
B...
Going Home
We are such fools, we are, knowing all about inevitabilities, but never (ever) prepared for them. We will lose loved ones, they will die, some in thei...
When We Know Love as Found
Love is as you define it. Often a search. Often a precipice. Often an infraction. Often an acceptance. More often then not, a home we finally settle i...
The Valentine Shore
Everyone comes in our lives for a reason. The bad ones, the good ones. It is all revealed in time. Sometimes as a slow-burning mystery, sometimes as a...
A Primer on How to Deal With (Being) Hurt
So much of what we are is the amalgam of hurts we carry deep inside. As past life regression reveals, sometimes the hurt runs deep, bringing forward t...
May Your Journey Be Gentle & Safe (as I see a gorgeous eclipse)
It is sobering to realize how insignificant we are in this universe, how much of a speck. And how much the grandeur of nature - a spectacular lunar ec...
Moving Tapestry of My Awe
I am so often in awe.
Of another being’s endurance or grace — perhaps a lover, a river, the sea, or even time itself.
I wa...
Finding Grace by the Sea
I am so often in awe.
Of another being’s endurance or grace — perhaps a lover, a river, the sea, or even time itself.
I wa...
Are All Lovers Pilgrims?
We give up on those we profess to love too soon.
There is something primordial, something gossamer, to do with the body, to do with firs...
Replay - Letting Go (a childhood song)
This is a repeat of one of my more popular poems, replayed here with a hope of getting a new audience, who might have missed it,
Childhood is a...
Finding Home in Places We've Left Behind
Revisiting a place where one has one's roots is tricky business.
On the one hand, there is enough familiarity - relatives, school chums...
When it Rains, Love Slips
Love is fragile but can withstand blows; it is easily dismantled but can be unrelenting in its persistence. It can disintegrate in a word, but can sta...
Lovers Who Synchronise (& those who don't)
Pondering as I do on relationships, the beauty and brokenness of them, I continuously marvel, nay wonder, at both their tenacity and tenuousness. And...
Just Be Air
We don't always realize, how much of our lives belongs to others, is determined by others. Their concerns, their insistences, their jealousies, their...