About Suman Pokhrel:
Suman Pokhrel is a multilingual Nepali poet, lyricist. translator, and an artist. His works have been widely acclaimed and are published internationally.
The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go soft to be seated on children's eyes.
I salute my desires with a bow. were it not for them to come and play mind would be empty just like me.
I like desires like children and their plays that tease me now and then into knowing life.
Does the beauty of life remain alive without making a comparison?
Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.
Light jumping out of window is staring the dark from afar.
Thank God, my name isn’t in the list of those who died or were killed yesterday!
I am gazing-- desires unaware of destiny frisk about my mindscape like children.
Desires stay unaware of man’s fragile existence authored by scarcity
Should I ask everyone the question that should not have been asked? Or should I turning up to the sky be answering the question that’s not been asked?
Without asking anybody’s advice I turned myself insane sitting under the same sun and the same clouds.
Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams he (life) continued to lie still, pretended as if he was in a deep slumber.
May this night come wearing drunk cloak of love, carrying passionate desires, and intoxication of love! Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that I do not see any dreams!
These heads sheltered by umbrellas be they of Zeb-un-Nisa, or Catherine of Cleopatra or Fenichka live with their own stories
Let us be honest we have praised Angulimala, will make no difference If you convey my salute to Amrapali.
I want the fever to grab me forever and want you to be my fever.
Life’s mystery continued to trouble me A question came to my mind, is freedom dearer than life? or does it become easier to live when life becomes difficult?
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.
In how many minds should I go crazy? Whom should I ask?
In this atmosphere Where you have to go perennially crazy only to survive, Which auspicious moment should I choose to become mad?