Biography of Suman Pokhrel
Born on the 21st September 1967, Suman Pokhrel is a poet, lyricist & translator. He is the recipient of SAARC Literay Award 2013.
Pokhrel is a man of letters active in promoting poetry, art and folklore. He is one of the finest Nepali poets today known for innovative style and grace. He has participated in several international literary and cultural events representing his country.
Suman Pokhrel is a realistic poet. The impressionable images created by him allow his readers to introspect. His poems revolve around the nuances of life. The play around his choice of words creates magic in the minds of his readers. His poems carry an earthy essence with a nostalgic yearning.
Born on the 21st September 1967, Suman Pokhrel is a poet, lyricist & translator. He is the only literatus to receive the SAARC Literay Award twice.
Pokhrel is a man of letters active in promoting poetry, art and folklore. He is one of the finest Nepali poets today known for innovative style and grace. He has recited his poems in numbers of international literary and cultural events representing his country.
Suman Pokhrel comes as a poet with a strong tender voice. He partakes in the mundane aspect of life with a passion that makes his reader to elevate to a higher self.
Suman Pokhrel's Works:
1. Jeevanko Chheubaata (From the Banks of Life) - Collection of Poems
2.Hajar Aankha Yi Aankhama (Thousands of Eyes in These Eyes) - Collection of lyrical poems1.
3. Shoonya Mutuko Dhadkanbhitra (Inside the Beats of a Beatless Heart) - Collection of Poems
Suman Pokhrel Poems
A Story Of The Setting Sun And The Moon
The road comes from somewhere And goes straight somewhere else Caring not the Chautari* that awaits him, Goes past, leaving her
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; as would
Colour Of Horizon
Standing on top of each morning briefly stopping by each evening shortly unmindful, my eyes are chasing, my eyelids are sweeping with light the sky
My eyes are upon the trees. For, trees do not live in fragments. Till they fall, they stand
Accursed are these moments for no sake. accursed are the faiths and feelings
The Taj Mahal & My Love
Through years of my prime I walked with a heart crazy about love.
Before Switching Off Light
Hushed dark Feeling walls With hands of winds Is groping its passage
There was mela** of fogs atop and around the hill. Unknown that was to me
Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body,
Flowers climb the branches exhibit their full blossom, flowers visit drawing rooms. they visit temples
You Are As You Are
Standing on some non-life fringe of life embracing non-existent shape like winds that stopped blowing, I would be living in illusions
Desires play perpetually I am gazing-
Even if they 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.
An Encounter With Life
Life was running, running after a mirage-like desires. I met him, by chance, resting for a night on a bank of Time. observed him like a
The Taj Mahal & My Love
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.
when the heart was soaked in passion
and was wet,
I wanted to wrench it dry