“ These heads sheltered by umbrellas be they of Zeb-un-Nisa, or Catherine of Cleopatra or Fenichka live with their own stories Suman Pokhrel
“ When this flood blocks the road I am worried more by my soil getting washed, than by getting late to reach my destination. Suman Pokhrel
“ In this atmosphere Where you have to go perennially crazy only to survive, Which auspicious moment should I choose to become mad? Suman Pokhrel
“ 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! Suman Pokhrel
“ Let us be honest we have praised Angulimala, will make no difference If you convey my salute to Amrapali. Suman Pokhrel
“ Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams he (life) continued to lie still, pretended as if he was in a deep slumber. Suman Pokhrel
“ Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets. Suman Pokhrel
“ Why say then Buddha never carried gun? he didn't play piano, we do not know of him making pictures either. Suman Pokhrel
“ 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. Suman Pokhrel
“ 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? Suman Pokhrel
“ Without asking anybody’s advice I turned myself insane sitting under the same sun and the same clouds. Suman Pokhrel
“ Every morningI wake up with the newsof bloodshed.I feel my body,desperate to know whetherI’m still alive. Suman Pokhrel
“ I like desires like childrenand their playsthat tease me now and then intoknowing life. Suman Pokhrel
“ Life’s mystery continued to trouble meA question came to my mind, is freedom dearer than life? or does it become easier to live when life becomes difficult? Suman Pokhrel
