“will you please go journeying for your own sake, till I come living a moment of life?” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“What was wafting in the smoke of burning tires? where had time caught in the traffic jam not reaching?” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“May I discard the outer cover of time from the layers of poetry by immersing the poet in its entirety within me” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“At such moments felt my mind wake up with the temptation of life gathering courage for flowering beauty even in the desert… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“In that moment and the moments surrounding, walls were there, but not for me, soils were there, but not for me, times… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“Beneath a romantic, yet melancholic dusk sky, the roads continue meandering, in their own rhythm, as I gazed into them, moments continue… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“To believe is to not only hold others to their word but also to prove ourselves reliable in the guarantees we have offered.” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go soft to be seated on children's eyes.” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“Wishing to grab the life with nothingness wanting to erase the sigh of tiredness forgetting myself completely from my being why do I seek… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
I salute my desires with a bow. were it not for them to come and play mind would be empty just like me. — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“Out here are books and magazines- asleep, carrying the entire world in them, and standing there are walls and windows, staring at me, and… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“I felt I was getting enraged and losing my speech like them losing their dreams.” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“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… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“Commands- you're sure to hear from above if you're placed down below.” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“Desires stay unaware of man’s fragile existence authored by scarcity” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“May I take off clothes covering shame at the border, leaving them hanging on dry trees of arrogance, and run by wearing the rays… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“I would regard meanings given by others so far as refreshing boon, I would still be enamoured of rose or any heartless flower's smell… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
