Suman Pokhrel

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Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed.
I feel my body, desperate to know whether I’m still alive.
-Suman Pokhrel


Suman Pokhrel (September 21, 1967) is a Nepali poet, lyricist, translator and artist. He is noted for creating impressionable images across his poems that revolve around the nuances of life.

An uneasy rhythm of life is more life like than an easy death.
-Suman Pokhrel

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Poems[edit]

  • Every morning
    I wake up with the news
    of bloodshed.
    I feel my body,
    desperate to know whether
    I’m still alive.
I want the fever to grab me forever
and want you to be my fever.
-Suman Pokhrel
  • Thank God,
    my name isn't in the list of those
    who died or were
    killed yesterday!

  • An uneasy rhythm of life
    is more life like than an easy death.
I asked none why life ends in ways uncertain.
-Suman Pokhrel
  • 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
    Ever.
  • 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?

  • I am tipsy after my
    own feelings
    themselves have become wine.
    I forget myself, world and all.
  • If
    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

  • Commands-
    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
    knowing life.

  • I salute my desires with a bow.,
    were it not for them to come and play
    mind would be empty just like me.

  • 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.
  • 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.


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