အိပ္မက္ကို ခ်ည္တဲ့ၾကိဳး (Solo Version)

မေျပာဘဲ ထားတဲ့စကားလို
အဓိပၸာယ္ေတြ မႈန္၀ါး၀ါးနဲ႔ . . .
မျပတ္သားရဲသူ ကိုယ့္အတြက္
ေနေတြလေတြမွာ အလြမ္းေတြနဲ႔သာ . . ။

မိုးေတြ တိုးတိုးေလးရြာေနတယ္
ႏွလံုးသားငိုသံက ၿခိဳးၿခိဳးခၽြတ္ခၽြတ္ . . .
ငတ္မြတ္ေနတဲ့ လြတ္လပ္ျခင္းေတြ
ငါ့အလြမ္းေတြၾကားမွာ အတုန္းအရံုး က်ဆံုးလို႔ . . .။

မေရရာတဲ့ စိတၱဇနာမ္ေတြနဲ႔
ဘ၀ၾကီးက ပရမ္းပတာခါယမ္း . . .
ဒီလိုနဲ႔ပဲ ၾကယ္မစံုတဲ့ ညေတြက
ငါ့အတြက္ မထူးဆန္းေတာ့ပါဘူး . . .။               ။

(BS)

အိပ္မက္ကို ခ်ည္တဲ့ၾကိဳး (Dual Version with Ko Bobo Han)

အလြမ္းတစ္အုပ္တို႔နဲ႔
ေတာရိပ္မွာ ျမဴယွက္လို႔ႏြယ္
ေတာင္စြယ္မွာ ေနကြယ္တာလား
ခ်စ္ရိပ္ေတြ ေ၀ေ၀၀ါးလို႔

မေျပာဘဲ ထားတဲ့စကားလို
အဓိပၸာယ္ေတြ မႈန္၀ါး၀ါးနဲ႔ . . .
မျပတ္သားရဲသူ ကိုယ့္အတြက္
ေနေတြလေတြမွာ အလြမ္းေတြနဲ႔သာ . . ။

ေလတိုးရင္ညည္းတတ္တဲ့ ၀ါးရံုေတာလို
မပီမသ သံစဥ္ေတြ ေျခြခ်ရင္း . . .
ပန္းမခင္းတဲ့ ရြက္ေၾကြေတာ
ခ်စ္သူေမာမွာ စိုးစိတ္ေတြနဲ႔
တိုးတိတ္လို႔ ေနခဲ့သူ။

မိုးေတြ တိုးတိုးေလးရြာေနတယ္
ႏွလံုးသားငိုသံက ၿခိဳးၿခိဳးခၽြတ္ခၽြတ္ . . .
ငတ္မြတ္ေနတဲ့ လြတ္လပ္ျခင္းေတြ
ငါ့အလြမ္းေတြၾကားမွာ အတုန္းအရံုး က်ဆံုးလို႔ . . .

နွင္းမႈန္ေတြ အံု႔ဆိုင္း ရီေ၀တယ္
ေအးခဲမႈေတြက နာနာက်င္က်င္
ေတာင္ပံတစ္စံုကို မျဖန္႔ႏိုင္မွေတာ့
ပ်ံသန္းဖို႔ စိတ္ကူးေတြလဲ
ေနလာရာ ႏွင္းေပ်ာက္သလိုေပါ့။

မေရရာတဲ့ စိတၱဇနာမ္ေတြနဲ႔
ဘ၀ၾကီးက ပရမ္းပတာခါယမ္း . . .
ဒီလိုနဲ႔ပဲ ၾကယ္မစံုတဲ့ ညေတြက
ငါ့အတြက္ မထူးဆန္းေတာ့ပါဘူး . . .

မေသခ်ာတဲ့ ၀င္သက္ထြက္သက္ေတြအတြက္
ပင့္သက္ေတြက အားေကာင္းေမာင္းသန္၊
အလင္းမဲ႔ ေကာင္းကင္တစ္မိုးေအာက္မွာ..
ငါေလ.. ၾကယ္ေၾကြေတြ ေကာက္ဆဲ...။

Ko BoBoHan & BS

Date: 30.5.09

Place: Yangon & Singapore

Finding me

Folded my age . . .

Half has been hectic

Days were running like burning.

 

Just stopped and stared . . .

Found myself scattering as various sane

Been at the wrong lanes.

 

Wipe and mop the soul . . .

Don't even let any crab fall

Onto the lovely little world.

 

From that moment,

Words become words not anymore . . .

'Cos I am so sure!

 

(bs)

 

In the Middle of Mind and Soul

Waiting for me to come

Like the rain of June

Full with millions of dream . . .

 

Dare not to look back

Just let me only to guess

Pieces of broken trust . . .

 

Words went numb

Rooted from the dump heart,

Listening the echoing memories . . .

 

Dropping the legend

Throwing away the coming days

Standing and Smiling 

Somewhere in the middle of Mind and Soul.

 

(bs)

PS. I love you

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Drama

More creative than "A moment to remember". My favourite scence is where Gerry sings "Galway Girl" for Holly :P I and my friends watched that song about 3 times :D

Parasomnia

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Horror

A mix of "Romantic Story" with "Horror" . . I love it especially the ending. I'll surely get upset if it ends in anyother way :P And I think I also have parasomnia. hee hee :D 'cos i use to fall asleep whereever i'm :P

ေနၾကာ . . .

တခ်ိဳ႕က ကိုယ့္ကို ပိုးဟပ္ျဖစ္ေစခ်င္ၾကတယ္ . . .
အလင္းကို မ၀ံ့မရဲေငး
အေမွာင္ထဲကို အၿမဲေျပးေနရတ့ဲ
သိမ္ငယ္သူအျဖစ္ေပ့ါ . . . ။

ရတယ္ေလ . . . .

ကိုယ့္ကိုကိုယ္
ေနၾကာပန္းတစ္ပြင့္အျဖစ္
ရဲရဲပြင့္ပစ္လိုက္တယ္
ေနမင္းၾကီးကို ျမတ္ျမတ္ႏိုးႏိုးေငးလို႔ . . . ။

ဒါနဲ႔ပဲ
ကိုယ့္မွာ
ပူေလာင္ေနခဲ့ျပန္ေရာ . . . ။                  ။

(bs)

လြမ္းစာ . . .

ရထားေနာက္က်ေနတဲ့

ပိေတာက္ေတြကို

အေမွာင္ပိန္းပိန္းေအာက္မွာ

ရနံ႔ကို မွန္းၿပီး လြမ္းမူးရသလိုပဲ . . .

တမ္းတျခင္းေတြ

နက္ရႈိင္း ခါယိမ္းေနရဲ့။

 

ႏွင္းမကြဲေသးတဲ့ မနက္က မီးခိုးေငြ႕လိုေပါ့

ရနံ႔နဲ႔တင္ေႏြးတယ္ . . .

 

ခ်စ္ေသာ တိမ္ေဖြးေဖြးေရ

အေ၀းကေန လြမ္းယံုေလးေပမယ့္

ေက်နပ္တယ္ . . .

ေနတတ္သေရြ႕ေပါ့ . . . ။       ။

(bs)

Preacher, Don't send me (by; Maya Angelou)

Preacher, don't send me
when I die
to some big ghetto
in the sky
where rats eat cats
of the leopard type
and Sunday brunch
is grits and tripe.

I've known those rats
I've seen them kill
and grits I've had
would make a hill,
or may be a mountain,
so what I need
from you on Sunday
is a different creed.

Preacher, please don't
promise me
streets of gold
and milk for free.
I stopped all milk
at four years old
and once I'm dead
I won't need gold.

I'd call a place
pure paradise
where families are royal
and strangers are nice,
where the music is jazz
and the season is fall.
Promise me that
of nothing at all.

(Maya Angelou)

Equality (by Maya Angelou)

You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.

You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhymes never change.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man,
but if I'm just a shadow to you,
could you ever understand?

We have lived a painful history,
we know the shameful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess you've heard me crying,
and admit you've seen my tears.

Hear the tempo so compelling,
hear the blood throb in my veins.
Yes, my drums are beating nightly,
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

(Maya Angelou)

Is Love (by; Maya Angelou)

Midwives and winding sheets
know birthing is hard
and dying is mean
and living's a trial in between.

Why do we journey, muttering
like rumors among the stars?
Is a dimension lost?
Is it love?

(Maya Angelou)

Memories . . .

My clumsy Destiny,

Connects with memories,

Rippling around the dreams . . .

Just like my collected Memories . . .

Some vaporized with the wind,

Some scattered in the rain,

Still . . .

Some petrified into your smile,

Memories of You and Me . . . .

(BS)