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- Every morning
I wake up with the news
I feel my body,
desperate to know whether
I’m still alive.
- Thank God,
my name isn't in the list of those
who died or were
- An uneasy rhythm of life
is more life like than an easy death.
- I chose none to ask
why the wind was blowing there
chasing the fogs
- I asked none
why life ends in ways uncertain.
- The dream too thinks twice,
gets filtered to go soft
to be seated on children's eyes.
- Even if they (Children) try to pluck it,
the flower submits itself onto their hands.
If it happens to prick their heels,
the thorn scorns itself all its life.
- I wonder–
didn’t the Creator really do injustice?
With a power to defeat everyone without any battle,
children are busy at play with the most beautiful moments of their life.
Once they grow conscious of it,
those moments will have gone away
never to return to them.
- Once positioned on their(children's) lips,
even the scariest of words
come out as a melodious lisp.
- Even If they (children) fall during their play,
the nature, having come
under the spell of their creative sports,
doesn’t know when they again start to play so full of jest.
Believing that they fall unknowingly
the ground, mostly, does not even hurt them.
- If they (children) smash, the flower vase assumes a smile
while turning into pieces.
For a chance to be spilled by their hands,
anything they hold gets spilled itself full of happiness.
For a chance to play with them,
water forgets about its own colourlessness.
- Let me not so much be lost in involvements
as would make me incapable of
recognizing the fragrance of the flower
beaming in my own yard.
- Not so much be lost as would have
No time to look at myself
- Not so much, so much be lost, just
To see the hue, grace, glory gone
Off the face of my beloved
As I’d wake and be conscious.
- Will you please go journeying
for your own sake,
till I come living a moment of life?
- Through years of my prime
I walked with a heart
crazy about love.
- I wanted my heart to bloom
and shelter a shadow of love
- I wanted to paint a picture,
in indelible print, across
the canvass of my heart.
- I am tipsy after my
themselves have become wine.
I forget myself, world and all.
I'd ever grown prosperous like Shah Jahan was,
I'd not have waited for my beloved's death
before I erected a Taj Mahal.
- I want the fever to grab me forever
and want you
to be my fever
- Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that
I do not see any dreams!
you're sure to hear from above
if you're placed down below.
- I like desires like children
and their plays
that tease me now and then into
- I salute my desires with a bow.,
were it not for them to come and play
mind would be empty just like me.
- I believed all along,
everyone would go mad
just to see me sane.
- Even after all that, each and every being here believe,
that the heat will be defeated and coolness will prevail.
The experience knows
that the rule of an autocrat cannot last long.
- Haunted trees
covered behind the curtains of their own leaves
stare at the dark
from the fringe of streets.
- Lampposts look
in the glow of their defeated light
robbed by the fog
but cannot tell
if the streets
lying by stretching limbs in courtyards
are sleeping face downwards or supine.
- Creation does not cease
just because there is darkness!
- I would regard meanings given by others so far as refreshing boon,
I would still be enamored of rose or any heartless flower's smell
if tender tides of your affection had not suffused
the pollen of my heart with loving aroma.
- I shall not go out at all
given that my love is here
shall always stay attached to these hearts.
I shall never bid farewell to this place!
But I have to send this body
anyhow from here.
- What heart touched is what is touched
what heart experienced is what is experienced
where heart lived is what is lived.
- “Strength of creative writing lies in the skill of handling words and articulating artistic expression of feelings.”
- “In influencing write-ups, words seem to move despite residing still on paper.”
- “In many a situation, the images that words hide while walking forth are the desired meaning of particular words rather than the word itself. Those words sing and dance by coming out of the paper.”
- “Language is texture of images and music. We speak in images and rhythm, by taking help of words.”
- “In literary translations, it is this very articulation of expressions that matters the most to bring home to the readers the full essence of the original text in question."
- “Chance of source language influencing the target language and that of the translator intervening onto the style of original writer are major challenges in literary translation.”
- “On translating text into the new language as it is in source language, there is a chance of it being emerged as an absurd sentence in the target language making no sense at all. In the attempt to make the translation meaningful to the target language, there exists a risk of the original work getting meddled by the translator’s style.”
- “Literary translation is not merely an act of picking words from one language and keeping it by dipping in the vessel of another language. Those words need to be rinsed, washed, carved and decorated as much as possible.”
- http://www.uberquotes.net/quotes/authors/suman-pokhrel Quotes by Suman Pokhrel