Suman Pokhrel

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

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. Universities in Nepal and India have included his poetry in their syllabi.[1][2][3]

Pokhrel is the only writer to have received the SAARC Literary Award twice. He received this award in 2013 and 2015. He is recipient of several other national and international literary awards including Shaluk International Literature Award and Asia's Inspiring Poet Award.[3] [4][5]

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

Quotes[edit]

From Poetry[edit]

  • Every morning
    I wake up with the news
    of bloodshed.
    I feel my body,
    desperate to know whether
    I’m still alive.
Nepali language poet
I want the fever to grab me forever
and want you to be my fever.
  • 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.
Asian Poet
I asked none why life ends in ways uncertain.
  • I chose none to ask
    why the wind was blowing there
    chasing the fogs
  • I asked none
    why life ends in ways uncertain.
Nepalese poet
In how many minds should I go crazy? whom should I ask?

  • 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.
  • May I not so much be lost as would have
    No time to look at myself
    Ever.
  • May I 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?

  • 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.
  • I could not say
    which one was more authentic,
    their fate or
    the slender woody sticks
    that supported their shacks.
  • I was feeling like mad
    by the melody of birds
    singing out of tune
    in the settlements
    where travels lose
    their own destinations
  • Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams
    my life continued to lie still, pretending as if
    it was in a deep slumber.
  • This moment
    I am keener on the stories of valour
    washed away by this year's monsoon floods
    than the abstract shapes
    glued to myths, history and stories.
  • You who are sitting before me
    have the power to
    change my consciousness
    into painting, poem, melody
    or anything else!
  • I know you'll speak no truth at this time.
    I've to be guided
    solely by your silence, your eyes and
    the inaudible appeals of your heart.
  • The walls are releasingheat ,
    as if they are angry with each other.
    The room has been insaned by the heat.
    The bed is inflamed as if it were an oven.
    The bed sheet is soaked with sweat,
    and about to run away getting stuck to the man.
  • The experience knows
    that the rule of an autocrat cannot last long.
  • From the sky
    one cannot touch the heart of the stone
    petrified with a desire to live
    after living a life of softness for long,
    one cannot get to touch the tenderness of a flower
    smiling despite being battered in turn
    by heat and frost.
    • From the Sky
  • The lovers feel that they are content
    looking at each other from a distance.
    The repulsiveness caused by heat between them,
    is more powerful than all cravings for love and lust.
  • Having been ripped open and drained by the crowd
    when I enter my home,
    many homes seem to be waiting for me
    to give a shape to this life
    which is about to perish.
  • I'm searching a heart
    inside me--
    a heart
    that's ebullient by swallowing
    the entire pain of the creation,
    a heart jubilant by accepting
    the entire tears of the world,
    a heart aglow by merging
    the entire dark within itself
    a heart that's smooth, effervescent and clean    .
  • 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.
  • This market speaking life
    when heard from each person
    is now making staggering confused noise
    of all people speaking together.
  • Are people like market
    who live as humans when they’re alone
    but live as great complexity
    when they’re in groups?
  • Pristine river of lives is swallowed by the crowd- Human getting lost into humans.
    • Standing in a Market
  • all trees and birds
    sky and stars
    bosoms and bangles
    were seeing everything.
  • I had also read
    on the face of surroundings
    some broken
    some disconnected
    some cracked expectations.
  • I’ve touched some sentences
    and have kissed some words.
  • Eyes that obstruct the road can be removed
    but what happens when hearts block the passage?
  • Do not think
    I’ve reached where I am now
    by slipping like a landslide
    or evaporating like a cloud.
  • I’ve climbed up here
    holding the hilt of time’s sword
    after driving it
    into my tender heart.
  • Whether anybody comes to convince me or not
    a part of my life does always ache
    arresting my chest.
  • May I splinter away from myself
    break into whole units
    and
    live in each with perfection!
  • This ME
    made whole by
    combining countless fragments
    could not live in any one part
    with complete ease.
  • May I discard the outer cover of time
    from the layers of poetry
    by immersing the poet in its entirety
    within me
  • May the river of love always flow from its own lap
  • May my pain remain drunk singing its own love songs
  • (May) the dead body of agony remain asleep
    resting its head on a pillow of flowers.
  • May I free myself from the labyrinth of knowledge
  • May I pack all inventions in burlaps
    and hide them in corners of Einsteins’ brains.
  • May I free myself from the ever-pressing chest
    and enter the garden of imagination
    by leisurely hiding brain on hill summits.
  • May I take off clothes covering shame at the border
    leaving them hanging on dry trees of arrogance
    and run by wearing the rays of the sun.
  • May I create plain fields by collecting clouds
    and bedeck them with arching rainbows.
  • Fell in love with these hearts and this soil
    these houses, these walls and streets.
    • I Shall Bid No Farewell
  • Every moment age is creeping up stealthily,
    but life, life is melting down
    like a candle that is flickering around.
    • A Birthday Greeting to Myself
  • Life is withering away
    like a candle that is melting down.
    • A Birthday Greeting to Myself
  • Life incinerates incessantly trying to smile
    and keeps broiling continuously
    pretending to be alive.
    • A Birthday Greeting to Myself
  • Death is shaping up slowly and quietly
    but life, life is melting down
    like a candle that is flickering all night.
    • A Birthday Greeting to Myself
  • Neither my acts have wiped the woes of
    any sufferer out, nor have I cured
    pains of wounded ones;
    with the faith pompous mercenary,
    O' Glorious! O 'Lord Almighty!
    how can I bow my head in your adulation?
    • O' Lord Almighty!
  • Neither my deeds contain any essence
    nor, my gestures have sense of zeal,
    my days are creeping forth for nothingness;
    with this body deficient of heart and soul
    O' Glorious! O' Lord Almighty !
    how can I come close to you?
    • O' Lord Almighty!
  • Tonight, let us exchange every part of our bodies and every space of our souls to each other.
    • Let Us Affix Our Being Together
  • The eyes hold tears for so long, let us fill it with love and passion.
    • Let Us Renovate this Night
  • I shall give you a song, and you fill melody in it.
    • Let Us Renovate this Night
  • Let us convert this night we are breathing together, to a bright morning.
    • Let Us Renovate this Night
  • Unaware about my surrounding, unconscious I live.
    • I'm in Oblivion
  • It’s not my wish to walk intoxicated; to live for never is not my choice.
    • I'm in Oblivion
  • A portion of life, every moment gets torn out of me hurting, and flees away.
    • I'm in Oblivion
  • Wishing to grab the life with nothingness
    wanting to erase the sigh of tiredness
    forgetting myself completely from my being
    why do I seek embrace of yours
    do not ask me, I know not,
    I am in oblivion.
    • I'm in Oblivion
  • Let my pains remain with me.
    • Let My Pain Remain
  • Let my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.
    • Let My Pain Remain
  • My heart itself is a wound,
    no medicine can cure it.
    It deepens further if stared at,
    and hurts more if touched.
    • Let My Pain Remain
  • This ambiance of candlelight reminds of nights that traveled its way, in entangled embrace of yours and mine.
    • A Reminiscent Candlelight
  • I like you everywhere on you.
    • You Everywhere
  • May I get melted in closeness and get blazed in embrace.
    • May I get Engulfed
  • I wish me to cry for no reason in excess of love.
    • May I get Engulfed
  • I wish me to vanish somewhere around here.
    • May I get Engulfed
  • The feeling I groped assuming love was nothing but a fire.
    • Setting Fire on Desires
  • Keep some fires burning in your heart; I would extinguish it if I could, or get myself engulfed with it.
    • Setting Fire on Desires
  • I shall give you a song, and you fill melody in it.
    • Let Us Renovate this Night
  • I want to be everywhere of you.
    • You Everywhere
  • How could it be wished that poetry of a mellow age be born when this time is taking showers in the drama of loathsome taste!”
    • Bereft of Poetry
  • It's not as easy as it is with chewing shame and foolishness to chew the wreckage of broken time.
    • Bereft of Poetry
  • I'm bereft of poetry on this planet, from where the beauties of Creation are vanishing away furiously.”
    • Bereft of Poetry
  • What was wafting in the smoke of burning tires? Where had time caught in the traffic jam not reaching?”
    • Dhaka
  • I had read on the face of surroundings;
    some broken, some disconnected, some cracked expectations.
  • While Parting
  • I want to love the self that you say is you.
  • My Search of You
  • May my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.
    • May My Pains Remain with Me
  • I gather all of my sorrow, and
    bring you in my reminiscence,
    I think of you
    and forget all of my pain.
    • Reminiscences
  • When I closed my eyes
    withdrawing myself from darkness
    I saw light glowing everywhere.
    • A Rendezvous with Life at Midnight
  • I spry my closed vision over
    the streets of this city and the shadows lurching within it.
    • Wealth
  • The road meanders, wandering in tandem with itself.
    • Journey
  • Ascending and descending, uphill and downhill, the road inclines and slopes, sliding down yet climbing anew.
    • Journey
  • The road never halts.
    • Journey


From Prose[edit]

  • Strength of creative writing lies in the skill of handling words and articulating artistic expression of feelings.”
    • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)
  • In influencing write-ups, words seem to move despite residing still on paper.
    • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)
  • 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.
    • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)
  • Language is texture of images and music. We speak in images and rhythm, by taking help of words.
    • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)
  • 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.
    • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)
  • 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.
    • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)
  • 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.”
    • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)
  • 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.
    • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)
  • Poetry emerging from a poet enters into the reader only when it comes within the readers’ 'sphere of intellect.
    • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2019)[6]
  • A reader cannot take poetry by expanding it beyond his/her consciousness, rather can take by shrinking it within.
    • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2018)
  • There exists a chance of every poem getting changed while reaching every reader. This ‘getting changed’ is a form of ‘getting translated’, in a way. So, every assimilation of any poem is a translation.
    • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2018)
  • Before getting translated, a poem already gets shrunk or expanded within the ‘sphere of intellect’ of the translator in the original language, and it again gets shrunk or expanded within the ‘sphere of intellect’ of the translator in the target language.
    • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2018)
  • In translation of poetry; there exists a possibility of components like imagination, art of wordplay, skill of constructing internal rhythm and expand of knowledge of the poet getting affected by the constraint and differentia of the translator.
    • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2018)
    • A good poem cannot be written with one's mind on the earth. Though one has to write poems about the earth and existence, one cannot write poems while staying grounded. To write an outstanding poem, a flight to the heights of transcendence is needed. However, a person cannot always remain in that elevated state. When one descends, they touch the earth and write ordinary stuff.[7]
    • Trust isn't solely about keeping faith in others' promises; it's also about being dependable in the promises we've made to others.
    • Goodreads
    • Merely holding the desire to walk together with someone is not enough if one does not possess the art and aptitude of walking together.
    • quoted by Goodreads
    • A heart can hold a heart-full of anything.
    • quoted by Goodreads
    • Silence is the best language to speak in when you have lots of things to say.
    • quoted by Goodreads

From Interviews[edit]

  • Poetry is a potent tool capable of guiding societies worldwide through its invisible aesthetic strength.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.[8]
  • Imagery plays a vital role in conveying a message, bringing it to life, and engaging readers' senses and emotions.
  • Anything th** Interview with Dagmara K.
  • Anything that touches my heart holds the potential to inspire me.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • Nature is the grandest warehouse discovered on this planet, hence anything that touches my heart holds the potential to inspire me, as it enables me to delve into my emotions and forge connections with others through shared experiences.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • The importance of forging meaningful relationships and exploring the intricacies of human connections has served as a catalyst for my creative expression.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • Through my writing, I aim to highlight the significance of fostering healthy and fulfilling relationships and inspire others to cherish the bonds they share with fellow human beings.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • Imagery immerses readers in the ambiance created by the pebbles of words, making it compelling and memorable.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • My ultimate aspiration in life is to contribute to a world where peace prevails, as peace is the ultimate achievement to realize in life.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • Writing is also like love, if one can't have the courage to be a renunciant, they cannot write well.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • At this juncture, the 'world' is no longer confined to just one or two places; it has spread worldwide.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • Nature is the grandest warehouse discovered on this planet.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • I firmly believe that everyone should be free to pursue their desires as long as it does not harm others or society.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • Love is a feeling and its expression is an art.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • As human beings, we have an innate need to create and innovate from within ourselves to address our own concerns.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • I believe that the human being is the most complicated chapter of existence, with thousands of dimensions.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • As a writer, I believe that showing or letting readers feel is often more convincing than telling, and imagery allows me to accomplish just that.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • Peace is the ultimate achievement to realize in life.
    • Interview with Dagmara K.
  • I dread to think of a society devoid of love, compassion and humanity.
    • Interview with Romain Molina[9]

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References[edit]

  1. ↑ K. Satchidanandan & Ajeet Cour, ed. (30 May 2011), The Songs We Share, Foundation of SAARC Wirters and Literature, pp. 88, 179, 255, ISBN 978-8188703210 
  2. ↑ Ghimire, Madhav (26 May 2018). फ्रान्सेली पाखुरामा नेपाली कविता. kantipurdaily.com.
  3. ↑ a b (February 2024)"सुमन पोखरेल - कृतित्वका विस्तारित आयाम". Aalekha 6 (6): 25–38. ISSN 2645-8659.
  4. ↑ Hindustan Times, New Delhi, Saturday, February 14, 2015
  5. ↑ Five writers honored at SAARC Literature Festival (in en). Hindustan Times (2013-03-11).
  6. ↑ "Translator’s Note" (in English & Nepali (Bilingual)) (Paperback), Bhatat Shashwat Aawaz, Kathmandu: Nepali Kala Sahitya Dat Kam, April 11, 2018, pp. 257, ISBN 9789937053914 
  7. ↑ Suman Pokhrel Quotes. Goodreads.
  8. ↑ Pokhrel, Suman. Interview with Dagmara K. "Interview Q&A With Suman Pokhrel." July 18, 2023.
  9. ↑ Pokhrel, Suman. Interview with Romain Molina. "I Dread to Think of a Society Devoid of Love, Compassion and Humanity." May 05, 2019.


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