Suman Pokhrel

thumb|right|alt=Quotation|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.The Songs We Share K. Satchidanandan & Ajeet Cour Foundation of SAARC Wirters and Literature 2011 88, 179, 255 978-8188703210https://www.kantipurdaily.com/koseli/2018/05/26/152730500228431183.html फ्रान्सेली पाखुरामा नेपाली कविता Nepali Poetry in French Arm Madhav Ghimire kantipurdaily.com 26 May 2018 2018-07-06 Tripathee Geeta Geeta Tripathee सुमन पोखरेल - कृतित्वका विस्तारित आयाम Suman Pokhrel - Extended Dimensions of Creativity Aalekha Achyut Ghimire 6 6 25–38 Kathmandu February 2024 2645-8659 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. Hindustan Times, New Delhi, Saturday, February 14, 20152013-03-11 Five writers honored at SAARC Literature Festival https://www.hindustantimes.com/books/five-writers-honoured-at-saarc-literature-festival/story-Il4rKRokFAD1IFGMzRapfI.html 2020-11-17 Hindustan Times en thumb|right|alt=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 From Poetry EveryMorning Every morning I wake up with the newsof bloodshed.I feel my body,desperate to know whetherI’m still alive. Every Morning thumb|alt=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 thosewho died or werekilled yesterday! Every Morning Khorampa An uneasy rhythm of life is more life like than an easy death. Khorampa thumb|alt=Asian Poet|I asked none why life ends in ways uncertain. I chose none to askwhy the wind was blowing there chasing the fogs Khorampa I asked nonewhy life ends in ways uncertain. Khorampa thumb|alt=Nepalese poet|In how many minds should I go crazy? whom should I ask? Children The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children's eyes. Children 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. Children 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 awaynever to return to them. Children Once positioned on their(children's) lips,even the scariest of wordscome out as a melodious lisp. Children Even If they (children) fall during their play,the nature, having comeunder the spell of their creative sports,doesn’t know when they again start to play so full of jest.Believing that they fall unknowinglythe ground, mostly, does not even hurt them. Children If they (children) smash, the flower vase assumes a smilewhile 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. Children Entanglements Let me not so much be lost in involvementsas would make me incapable ofrecognizing the fragrance of the flowerbeaming in my own yard. Entanglements May I not so much be lost as would have No time to look at myself Ever. Entanglements 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. Entanglements Will you please go journeyingfor your own sake, till I come living a moment of life? Entanglements The-Tajmahal-and-my-love Through years of my primeI walked with a heartcrazy about love. The Tajmahal and my Love I wanted my heart to bloomand shelter a shadow of love The Tajmahal and my Love I wanted to paint a picture,in indelible print, acrossthe canvass of my heart. The Tajmahal and my Love I am tipsy after myown feelings themselves have become wine.I forget myself, world and all. The Tajmahal and my Love If I'd ever grown prosperous like Shah Jahan was,I'd not have waited for my beloved's deathbefore I erected a Taj Mahal. The Tajmahal and my Love Fever I want the fever to grab me forever and want you to be my fever Fever May I Not See Dreams Tonight, may I get so drunk in love thatI do not see any dreams! May I Not See Dreams Commands-you're sure to hear from aboveif you're placed down below. Commands I like desires like childrenand their playsthat tease me now and then intoknowing life. Desire Desire I salute my desires with a bow., were it not for them to come and play mind would be empty just like me. Desire Before Making Decisions I believed all along,one dayeveryone would go mad just to see me sane. Before Making Decisions Heat 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. Heat Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets. In Midnight Street 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. In Midnight Street Creation does not cease just because there is darkness! In Midnight Street I would regard meanings given by others so far as refreshing boon, I would still be enamored of rose or any heartless flower's smellif tender tides of your affection had not suffusedthe pollen of my heart with loving aroma. You are, as You are 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. I shall bid no Farewell What heart touched is what is touchedwhat heart experienced is what is experiencedwhere heart lived is what is lived. I shall bid no Farewell I could not saywhich one was more authentic, their fate orthe slender woody sticksthat supported their shacks. Among freed Bonded-Labourers I felt I was getting enragedand losing my speechlike them losing their dreams. Among freed Bonded-Labourers I was feeling like madby the melody of birdssinging out of tunein the settlementswhere travels losetheir own destinations. Among freed Bonded-Labourers Is freedom dearer than life? or does it become easier to livewhen life becomes difficult? Among freed Bonded-Labourers Life was running, runningafter a mirage-like desires. An Encounter with Life I asked my lifewhy it carried along my dreams butchose to escape me. An Encounter with Life Still enveloped in a blanket of dreamsmy life continued to lie still, pretending as ifit was in a deep slumber. An Encounter with Life The road kept coming, andcontinued going somewhere alone. A Story of the setting Sun and the Moon This evening, toothe Sun had to tell the same storybefore he went away,leaving the forlorn moonhankering after his light. A Story of the setting Sun and the Moon Let us be honestwe have praised Angulimala will make no differenceif you convey my salute to Amrapali. Before Buddha’s Statue in the Rain This momentI am keener on the stories of valourwashed away by this year's monsoon floodsthan the abstract shapesglued to myths, history and stories. Before Buddha’s Statue in the Rain When this flood blocks the roadI am worried moreby my soil getting washed, than by getting lateto reach my destination. Before Buddha’s Statue in the Rain Should I complete this poemor should I putmy room’s light out? Before Switching off Light In how many mindsshould I go crazy?whom should I ask? Before Making Decision Which eyes should I look forto find the ultimateunreasoned answer? Before Making Decision Without asking anybody’s adviceI turned myself insane. Before Making Decision You who are sitting before mehave the power tochange my consciousnessinto painting, poem, melody or anything else! Between Rainbow and Melody I know you'll speak no truth at this time. I've to be guided solely by your silence, your eyes andthe inaudible appeals of your heart. Between Rainbow and Melody The walls are releasing heat , 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. Heat The experience knowsthat the rule of an autocrat cannot last long. Heat 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 contentlooking at each other from a distance. The repulsiveness caused by heat between them, is more powerful than all cravings for love and lust. Heat Having been ripped open and drained by the crowdwhen I enter my home, many homes seem to be waiting for meto give a shape to this lifewhich is about to perish. Home I'm searching a heartinside me--a heartthat'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 mergingthe entire dark within itselfa heart that's smooth, effervescent and clean. I am Searching a Heart This market speaking lifewhen heard from each person is now making staggering confused noiseof all people speaking together. Standing in a Market Man and woman cease to be humansonce they get lost into crowds. Standing in a Market Are people like marketwho live as humans when they’re alonebut live as great complexity when they’re in groups? Standing in a Market Pristine river of lives is swallowed by the crowd- Human getting lost into humans. Standing in a Market All trees and birdssky and starsbosoms and bangleswere seeing everything. While Parting I had also readon the face of surroundingssome brokensome disconnectedsome cracked expectations. While Parting I’ve touched some sentencesand have kissed some words. While Parting Eyes that obstruct the road can be removedbut what happens when hearts block the passage? While Parting Do not thinkI’ve reached where I am nowby slipping like a landslideor evaporating like a cloud. While Parting I’ve climbed up hereholding the hilt of time’s swordafter driving itinto my tender heart. While Parting Whether anybody comes to convince me or nota part of my life does always achearresting my chest. While Parting May I splinter away from myselfbreak into whole unitsandlive in each with perfection! Song of Soul This MEmade whole bycombining countless fragmentscould not live in any one partwith complete ease. Song of Soul May I discard the outer cover of timefrom the layers of poetryby immersing the poet in its entiretywithin me Song of Soul May life remain enamored of its own charm Song of Soul May the river of love always flow from its own lap. Song of Soul May my pain remain drunk singing its own love songs Song of Soul (May) the dead body of agony remain asleepresting its head on a pillow of flowers. Song of Soul May I free myself from the labyrinth of knowledge Song of Soul May I pack all inventions in burlapsand hide them in corners of Einsteins’ brains. Song of Soul May I free myself from the ever-pressing chestand enter the garden of imaginationby leisurely hiding brain on hill summits. Song of Soul May I take off clothes covering shame at the borderleaving them hanging on dry trees of arroganceand run by wearing the rays of the sun. Song of Soul May I create plain fields by collecting cloudsand bedeck them with arching rainbows. Song of Soul Playing ball of windreaching the other end of The Road Not Takenmay I call in Robert Frost by holding handsand request Ginsberg to recite Howlfacing the world. Song of Soul May I exchange T.S. Eliot’s The Wastelandwith the future of this earth like a lunatic’s dreamsand make one season of poetry farmingby tilling with the pen of desire. Song of Soul Fell in love with these hearts and this soilthese houses, these walls and streets. I Shall Bid No Farewell Every moment age is creeping up stealthily,but life, life is melting downlike a candle that is flickering around. A Birthday Greeting to Myself Life is withering awaylike a candle that is melting down. A Birthday Greeting to Myself Life incinerates incessantly trying to smileand keeps broiling continuouslypretending to be alive. A Birthday Greeting to Myself Death is shaping up slowly and quietlybut life, life is melting downlike a candle that is flickering all night. A Birthday Greeting to Myself Neither my acts have wiped the woes ofany sufferer out, nor have I curedpains 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 essencenor, my gestures have sense of zeal,my days are creeping forth for nothingness;with this body deficient of heart and soulO' 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 with 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 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 nothingnesswanting to erase the sigh of tirednessforgetting myself completely from my beingwhy do I seek embrace of yoursdo 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 Splitting love among differences between love and soul, love and the heart, love and the bodylove and lifeand slicing it furtherinto multiple pieceshow may I offer you my entire love? How May I Offer You the Entire Love? I have offered many of my self to you to get a single you. Embracing the Abyss I lived my youth in dreams of others. How Much Did I Live Someone asked me, 'Is there water in your pot?' I pointed to the leaves of a coconut tree. I Am Not Writing Anything at the Aryaghat From Prose 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)Several Pokhrel Suman Suman Pokhrel April 11, 2018 Bhatat Shashwat Aawaz Translator’s Note Nepali Kala Sahitya Dat Kam Kathmandu English & Nepali (Bilingual) 257 9789937053914 Paperback 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) From Interviews Poetry is a potent tool capable of guiding societies worldwide through its invisible aesthetic strength. Interview with Dagmara K.Pokhrel Suman Suman Pokhrel Dagmara K Interview Q&A With Suman Pokhrel Spill Words Press New York July 18, 2023 Imagery plays a vital role in conveying a message, bringing it to life, and engaging readers' senses and emotions. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords Anything that touches my heart holds the potential to inspire me. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords 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. at Spillwords 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. at Spillwords 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. at Spillwords Imagery immerses readers in the ambiance created by the pebbles of words, making it compelling and memorable. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords 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. at Spillwords 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 Spillwords At this juncture, the 'world' is no longer confined to just one or two places; it has spread worldwide. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords Nature is the grandest warehouse discovered on this planet. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords 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. at Spillwords As human beings, we have an innate need to create and innovate from within ourselves to address our own concerns. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords I believe that the human being is the most complicated chapter of existence, with thousands of dimensions. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords 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. at Spillwords Peace is the ultimate achievement to realize in life. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords Poets are the most difficult creatures to work with. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords Human being is the most complicated chapter of existence. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords As humans, we seek ways to fill gaps in our lives through love, food, pleasure, challenges, and more. Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords Nepal is my home, a land of many wonders, but the greatest of them all is its unparalleled diversity and rich heritage.” Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords I dread to think of a society devoid of love, compassion and humanity. Interview with Romain MolinaPokhrel Suman Suman Pokhrel Romain Molina I Dread to Think of a Society Devoid of Love, Compassion and Humanity Author’s Blog https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/18302395-i-dread-to-think-of-a-society-devoid-of-love-compassion-and-humanity-- May 05, 2019 Love is a feeling and its expression is an art. Interview with Romain Molina I found the Taj Mahal as the most appropriate example of artistically expressed love. Interview with Romain Molina As my childhood got opportunity to grow up amidst variety of geography and people practicing different cultures, I could experience the very essence of our diversity. Interview with Romain Molina Poetry is part of our culture in many ways. Interview with Romain Molina I am quite sure that poetry will live long with our generations to come. Interview with Romain Molina Love, compassion, humanity are values which are irreplaceable. Interview with Romain Molina The Taj Mahal is not just a monument, but a symbol of love. Interview with Romain Molina We cannot imagine a mind without body. Interview with Romain Molina Others 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. quoted on Goodreads Suman Pokhrel Quotes https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/7160731.Suman_Pokhrel Goodreads 2024-05-30 Trust isn't solely about keeping faith in others' promises; it's also about being dependable in the promises we've made to others. quoted on 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 on Goodreads A heart can hold a heart-full of anything. quoted on Goodreads Silence is the best language to speak in when you have lots of things to say. quoted on Goodreads I am stark sane, but my mind is erratically crazy. quoted on Goodreads I am playful in words but sincere in action. quoted on Goodreads No matter how happy you are; start assuming, suspecting and doubting; and make yourself the most unhappy person on the universe. quoted on Goodreads Keep yourself busy until you feel sleepy. quoted on Goodreads Silence is polite, but not always. quoted on Goodreads Love is the cruelest event. quoted on Goodreads Sometimes, silence works more intensely than a bayonet to slay a tender heart. quoted on Goodreads Some people are so stiff-necked that they cannot think any other way than their own preconceived ideas. quoted on Goodreads If you are working in a team, do not expect an outcome of your excellence. quoted on Goodreads Together; we would create some ecstatic memories, but you are either busy or sleepy. quoted on Goodreads I exist no more, every moment a new being lives inside me. quoted on Goodreads They called it that, I mean ‘democracy’.' quoted on Goodreads'' External links Suman Pokhrel at Goodreads Suman Pokhrel at Spillwords Suman Pokhrel at Poem Hunter Suman Pokhrel at All Poetry Official site References Category:1967 births Category:Living people Category:Poets from Nepal Category:Authors from Nepal Category:Translators from Nepal Category:Playwrights Category:Artists Category:Songwriters