ခ်စ္သူဟု ေခၚပါသည္။ (၄)

                ႏႈိးစက္သံျဖင့္ အထိနာခဲ့ရေသာ ကမၻာႀကီး အိပ္ေရးမဝေသးခ်ိန္တြင္ အရုဏ္လင္းပါသည္။ မနက္ခင္း၏ အလင္းေရာင္ကို အနီေရာင္ဟု ကိုယ္ျမင္ပါသည္။ သို႔ေသာ္ လိေမၼာ္ေရာင္ျဖစ္သည္ဟု ခ်စ္သူက ဆိုပါသည္။ ထိုအခ်ိန္မွစ၍ ခ်စ္သူႏွင့္ကိုယ္ ၿငိမ္းခ်မ္းလြတ္လပ္စြာ သေဘာထားကြဲၾကသည္။ မည္သို႔ပင္ျဖစ္ေစ အမွန္တရားသည္ ဆယ္ျပားေစ့ႏွင့္ဆင္ေၾကာင္း ကုိယ္တို႔ႏွစ္ဦးသား တူညီစြာလက္ခံပါသည္။ “ခ်စ္လွ်င္ အျပစ္မျမင္သင့္”ဟု ရပ္ၾကည့္ေနၾကသူမ်ားက ေျပာပါသည္။ ကိုယ္ျပည့္ျပည့္ဝဝ ၿပံဳးမိပါသည္။ အျပစ္မျမင္ျခင္း မဟုတ္ပဲ ျမင္စရာ အျပစ္မရွိျခင္းသာ ျဖစ္ေၾကာင္း ကိုယ္ေကာင္းေကာင္းရွင္းျပလိုက္ပါသည္။ သူတို႔လည္း ၿပံဳးၾကပါသည္။ ကိုယ္တို႔တေတြ ကြဲလြဲစြာျဖင့္ ေပ်ာ္ရႊင္ခဲ့ဖူးၾကေလသည္။ ထိုသို႔ျဖင့္ ကိုယ္တစ္ေယာက္တည္း ကမၻာလိုလို ရြာလိုလို တဝဲလည္လည္ ျဖစ္ေနပါလိမ့္ဦးမည္။

BS
22nd Dec 2010
11:30 pm

The Walk

No pied piper
No flag
No drum player
No shout
No singer
No fists
No gun fire
Together
We will walk
Together
We will mock
To the destiny
where rare ones dare
Agape will be in our journey . . .


BS
3rd Dec 2010
Ygn

Delhi Queer Pride

Sometimes, being in a place is not about the place, neither about how long you stayed there; it's all about how did you spend there . . .
When I went to New Delhi, I was quite excited by imagining about Taj Mahal, Ginga River, unique temples and mosques etc . . . But I could do none of them. Run 'round the clock in the Kaleidoscope activities, and couldn't stay longer with tight leaves from work. And when I could go out, it was only in the nights. If someone ask me "what does New Delhi look like?", I would reply, "Well, for me it's quite dark as I've seen it only in the nights" :D
I take a lot of inspirations from the event with me . . . This queer pride is one of them! At first, I planned to participate as a supporter. But later, with the help of my guru, I run in and out of the pride by taking pictures. These pictures might not good enough to show the spirit of the real event, I hope they can somehow reflect it.
I don't wanna say big words like, "Equality in Diversity" or "Dignity in Diversity" . . . Instead . . . just let me quote Eleanor Roosevelt, "Do what you can with what you have, where you are". This album would be something I did with what I have from where I was.

ကၽြႏု္ပ္ႏွင့္ ကၽြႏု္ပ္၏ပံုရိပ္စစ္မ်ား

           “အမွန္တရားႏွင့္ အနီးတစ္ဝိုက္တြင္ မိုးတစ္ႀကိမ္ႏွစ္ႀကိမ္ ထစ္ခ်ဳန္းရြာႏိုင္ပါသည္” ဟု ေရွးလူႀကီးမ်ား ေၾကညာခဲ့ပါသည္။ ထို႔ေၾကာင့္ ကၽြႏု္ပ္တို႔ ႀကိဳတင္ျပင္ဆင္မႈမ်ား ျပဳလုပ္ၾကရပါလိမ့္မည္။ ဇာတ္ေတာ္မ်ားမွ ပစ္ပယ္ထားခဲ့ေသာ မ်က္ႏွာဖံုးမ်ား ေစ်းတက္ႏိုင္ပါသည္။ “ရိုးသားမႈျဖင့္ သင္တို႔၏ လိပ္ျပာမ်ားကို ေျခာက္လွန္႔အံ့” ဟု ကၽြႏု္ပ္၏ မရင့္က်က္မႈက ႀကံဳးဝါးပါသည္။ အသံအနိမ့္အျမင့္ အတက္အက် မညီညာခဲ့ပါေခ်။
          မိမိႏွင့္ တိုက္ရိုက္မသက္ဆိုင္ေသာ္လည္း ျဖစ္ႏိုင္လွ်င္ အိပ္မက္ႀကီးႀကီးမ်ားကို အမ်ားႀကီးလိုခ်င္မိပါသည္။ အိပ္မက္၏ တန္ဖိုးသည္ ဘဝတစ္ခုစာလည္း ျဖစ္ႏိုင္ပါသည္။ ကမၻာတစ္ခုစာလည္း ျဖစ္ႏိုင္ပါသည္။ မည္သို႔ပင္ျဖစ္ေစ အိပ္မက္ႀကီးႀကီးမ်ားကို အမ်ားႀကီးလိုခ်င္မိပါသည္။ ပြဲစားမလိုပါ။ သင္တို႔၏ အိပ္မက္မ်ားကိုလည္း ကၽြႏု္ပ္အား ျပသပါေလ။ စစ္မွန္ေသာအိပ္မက္မ်ားကို ျမင္ဖူးခ်င္ပါသည္။ လက္ေတြ႔က်ရန္ မလိုအပ္ပါ။ ထိုသို႔ျဖင့္ ကမၻာလည္ေနသည္ကို ေမ့ေနမိပါေတာ့သည္။
          “မိုးသက္ေလျပင္းက်စဥ္ ေျမျပင္ေရျပင္ေလသည္ တစ္နာရီလွ်င္ မိုင္ ၁၅၀၀ ႏႈန္းျဖင့္ တိုက္ခတ္ႏိုင္ပါသည္။” ခန္႔မွန္းမႈမ်ားေၾကာင့္ ကၽြႏု္ပ္ႏွင့္ ခ်စ္သူ စစ္ကိုင္းႏွင့္ပဲခူးလို ေဝးေနဆဲျဖစ္ပါသည္။ သူသည္လည္း သူ႔ျမင္းသူစိုင္းၿပီး ကၽြႏု္ပ္သည္လည္း ကိုယ့္ေလွကိုယ္ထိုးခဲ့ပါသည္။ သူသည္ ၾကယ္စင္တစ္စင္းျဖစ္ၿပီး ကၽြႏု္ပ္သည္ အလင္းေက်းကၽြန္ျဖစ္ပါသည္။ ဆံုဆည္းခ်ိန္ မလံုေလာက္ခဲ့ပါ။ ျပန္ဆံုခ်င္ပါေသးသည္။ လြမ္းပါသည္။ အလြန္လြမ္းပါသည္။ မရုန္းထြက္ႏိုင္ေသးေသာ ပိုက္ကြန္တြင္းမွ ခ်စ္သူရွိေသာေျမကို မွန္း၍လြမ္းေနပါသည္။ ေသျခင္းတရားကို ယံုၾကည္သကဲ့သို႔ပင္ ခ်စ္ျခင္းတရားကို ယံုၾကည္မိပါသည္။ ခ်စ္သူ႔ႏွလံုးသားသည္ ကၽြႏု္ပ္အသက္တြင္း၌ ရွင္သန္ေနဆဲျဖစ္ပါသည္။ ကၽြႏု္ပ္တို႔ႏွစ္ဦး ျပန္ဆံုၾကခ်ိန္တြင္ ဤအေၾကာင္းကို ေျပာျပရေပလိမ့္ဦးမည္။ သူ႔ႏွလံုးသားကို ျပန္မေပးေတာ့ပါဆိုၿပီး က်ီစားခ်င္မိပါသည္။ တိုင္းတပါးတို႔နယ္တြင္ ခ်စ္သူေျပာေသာ ဘာသာစကား အလြန္ၾကားခ်င္မိေၾကာင္း ကိုလည္း ေျပာျပရေပလိမ့္မည္။ ေျပာျပခ်င္ပါသည္။ ခ်စ္သူသည္ ၿပံဳး၍ နားေထာင္ေနပါလိမ့္မည္။ ကၽြႏ္ုပ္ အသက္မကုန္ခင္ ခ်စ္သူအၿပံဳးကို အလြန္ျပန္ျမင္ခ်င္ပါသည္။
          “သင့္အသုဘ၌ သင့္အခ်စ္ဆံုးသူငယ္ခ်င္း ေျပာမည့္ သင့္အေၾကာင္းတြင္ မည္သည့္အခ်က္မ်ားကို ပါဝင္ေစခ်င္သနည္း။” ထိုေမးခြန္းျဖင့္ ဘဝသည္ ေယာင္လည္လည္ျဖင့္ ယက္ကန္ယက္ကန္ ရပ္တန္႔သြားခဲ့ပါသည္။ သနားၾကင္နာမႈမ်ား မပါေစခ်င္ပါ။ အတူတူ ေပ်ာ္ရႊင္ခဲ့ျခင္းမ်ားလည္း ျပာစမ်ားႏွင့္ လြင့္ေဝးသြားပါေစ။ မေျပာျခင္းျဖင့္ ေျပာေစလိုပါသည္။ မျပျခင္းျဖင့္ ျပေစလိုပါသည္။ ဤသို႔ျဖင့္ ကၽြႏု္ပ္အတြက္ ေနာက္ဆံုးစကားသည္ အဓိပၸာယ္ရွိေနပါလိမ့္မည္။
          ထြက္သြားရေတာ့မည္ဆိုလ်င္ျဖင့္ ႏႈတ္မဆက္ဘဲႏွင့္သာ သြားလိုပါသည္။ အၿပံဳးေယာင္ေဆာင္ထားေသာ ေၾကကြဲျခင္းမ်ားႏွင့္ ေမွ်ာ္လင့္ျခင္း ေယာင္ေဆာင္ထားေသာ လက္ျပျခင္းအား ကၽြႏု္ပ္ခံႏိုင္ရည္ ရွိမည္မထင္။ တိတ္တိတ္ေလးလာ၍ တိတ္တိတ္ေလးသာ ထြက္ခြာသြားလိုပါသည္။ ထို႔ေၾကာင့္ ကၽြႏု္ပ္အား တိတ္တိတ္ေလး ေနခြင့္ေပးေစလိုပါသည္။ တိတ္တိတ္ေလး ေနခြင့္ေပးေစလိုပါသည္။ တိတ္တိတ္ေလး ေနခြင့္ေပးေစလိုပါသည္။                     ။


BS
9:04 pm
1st December 2010
(Dedication for 29th Nov: 2009)

ေျမာင္းထဲသို႔

ရြတ္လို႔မရတဲ့ မႏၱာန္နဲ႔
မီးေလာင္သြားတဲ့ ကုကၠား
မ်ဥ္းၿပိဳင္ႏွစ္ေၾကာင္းရဲ့ၾကားမွာ
ပစၥဳပၸန္ေတြ ျခားထားတယ္။

သနပ္ခါးမ်က္ႏွာႏုႏု
အျဖဴအစိမ္း နဲ႔ အံတုေနေလရဲ့။
အဲဒီ လြယ္အိတ္ ေပတလူေလးထဲက
ကမၻာႀကီးရဲ့ေန႔စြဲ ဘာေတြနဲ႔လဲရဦးမလဲ။

ေနာက္ပိုင္းပါးေနတဲ့ ရာဘာဖိနပ္
ကန္႔သတ္နယ္ေျမမွာ ၾကပ္ေနရွာေပါ့။
ဘ၀ကို သပ္သပ္ခြဲလိုက္မွေတာ့
သြားေလေရာ့ ေမွ်ာ္လင့္ျခင္းေတြ . . . ။                    ။

BS
16 Nov 2010
Ygn

Politic in my naked eyes

People asked me, "Do you love your country?". I used to smile with no answer. Do I need to answer or do I need to lie to be impressed, I am not sure. I do, I do love my country. But do not love like her as my mother. I don't want to love her like my mother. Only one mother can be existed for someone. I love her like my baby. My own baby. I wish I can have many babies. Just to love them. Because I like to stay in love. I am not nationalist nor racist. Someone who wish to be closer to humanist.

Vote? I didn't vote. Yes, I am not a dutiful citizen. I am doing what I can with all I have and my best. I am happy being called as a coward. I didn't vote. Not because I agree on people who said "Vote Not to Vote". I am not with them, really. I didn't vote. My knowledge, my way of thinking, my concept and my attitude stand too far away from politic. Too blinded to understand. So, how could I make a right decision? If choosing side is truly worth, I would take with all of my efforts. I love my country just like my baby.

We all know. History wears different masks. Masks that we can't truly interpret. Please put them aside when you look into a person's eyes, will you? I don't like history. The word "past" would be a totally different matter. Somehow closer, deeper and more real. Why can't we learn from the past which is not so far from us? Does your gun can really work? Oh why? Can't we just take what we can and make the best of it? Simply, take what we can, make it best, as Sandra Cisneros quoted.

When I was 7, I saw women who dare to change her precious handcraft, honey or dried chillies for some old clothes. I saw my mother talked with them. I was not happy. Something was wrong. They never talked about war. They talked about guns. They sometimes talked about a village they left behind. Family. Neighbours. Schools. Why do you want to hold your guns while your family is on the run? Bleed. Insecure. Fear. Gun is not the answer, brothers. I am not on your side. Not on theirs also. Just want to see your happy faces.

During Nargis, at first, I hate government. Felt they didn't do what they supposed to do. But later, I feel more bitter (bitter than anything else in the universe). Counting pills, placebo pills indeed. An outsider who wanted data, who wanted to know how many people died, who wanted to know how many houses destroyed, who didn't want to know how people are feeling, who didn't want to know what is the real need, who didn't want to listen the stories . . . I do not like him. I might be wrong. Or I might be too sentimental to handle this kind of stuffs. But I am sure that I do not like him. It doesn't mean I am with others.

I met an activist who was really up to my country. I don't like his eyes. My country is not that kind of pity. He doesn't see her beauty. She may have some pain. Isn't it normal? I asked him, "Have you ever been to my country?". "No", he replied. I smiled. A big smile. If so, don't bother about to tell me rotten stuffs which are old enough to be a history. Come, see, and say. So, I would try to believe. I am not their side either. We know very well about our country. Just like someone knows his/her own body. We are not ready for some. We are ready for some. We need our foundation. We need baby steps. We need to feed our brains. We know. Very well we know.

I have no knowledge about politics. But I love my country, like my baby. I can have other babies to love. Just simply because I like to love. I do not hope anything from them. Just love is more than enough itself. Shed no blood. Flow river of joy. Under bright sunlight. Breeze balance with justice. Bond of brotherhood and sisterhood. Why can't we be a big family with happy neighbours? Peace. Peace is all we want. Aren't we? Peace. I am on no one side. I don't know politics. But I love my country, just like my baby.

 

B.S

9th Nov: 2010

Ygn 

အိပ္မက္ဆိုး (Nightmare)

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မေန႔ညက

ဆရာ တာရာမင္းေဝ ကို ေတြ႕တယ္ . . .

အိုရႈိရဲ႕ မုတ္ဆိတ္ေမြးႀကီးေတြနဲ႔

ယန္းေပါဆတ္ ဆန္ဆန္ အၿပံဳးႀကီးၿပံဳးလို႔

စကား တစ္ခြန္း ေျပာတယ္ . . .

ႏႈိင္းရသီအိုရီအရဆိုရင္

ဘုတ္ဆံု ကဗ်ာလံုးဝ မေရးသင့္ေတာ့ဘူး . . . . . တဲ့။

လာမယ့္ ညေတြတိုင္း

ဘယ္ေတာ့မွ စာအုပ္ေတြကို ေခါင္းအံုးၿပီး မအိပ္ေတာ့ဘူး။

 

Nightmare

Last night

I saw Sayar Taryar Min Wai

With Osho's long beard,

Smiling like Jean Paul Sartre

and said

According to Relativity Theory,

BS should not write poems anymore . . .

Upcoming nights,

I will never use books as my pillow.

 

B.S

6th Oct 2009

ခ်စ္သူဟုေခၚပါသည္။ (၃)

ေနထြက္ရာအရပ္သည္ ခ်စ္သူရွိေသာအရပ္ျဖစ္ပါသည္။
ထို႕ေၾကာင့္ ေနမင္းႀကီးထြက္လာေသာမနက္တိုင္းတြင္ ကိုယ္တစ္ေယာက္တည္း ၿပံဳးစိစိ္ျဖစ္မိပါသည္။
ခ်စ္သူကလြမ္းသည္ဟု ေျပာေသာေန႔မ်ားသည္ စစ္ပြဲမ်ားအား အၿပံဳးလွ်ပ္စီး လက္ေစေသာ ေန႔မ်ားျဖစ္ၾကပါသည္။
သီတင္းကၽြတ္၏ ကင္းၿမီးေကာက္ညီလာခံမွ အလက္ဆံုးၾကယ္ေလးသည္ ခ်စ္သူ၏အၿပံဳးတစ္လက္ျဖစ္ပါသည္။
ႏွစ္ဦးသား ျပန္ဆံုမည့္ေန႔တြင္ မိုးသားတိမ္တိုက္တို႕ ကင္းစင္ေနလိမ့္မည္ဟု ေမွ်ာ္လင့္မိပါသည္။
မည္သို႔ပင္ျဖစ္ေစ ႏွစ္လံုးသားႏွစ္ခု ထပ္တူက်ေစရန္အတြက္ အလြမ္းအခ်ိဳးညီရန္ လိုအပ္သည္ဟု မထင္မိပါ။
ခ်စ္သူ ပင္ပန္းမည္စိုးေသာေၾကာင့္ ကိုယ္ကသာ ပို၍လြမ္းသူျဖစ္ခ်င္မိပါသည္။
ညေနခင္းမ်ား ေဆာင္းနံ႔ေငြ႕ေငြ႕အူလာၿပီျဖစ္ေၾကာင္း ခ်စ္သူကို ဖြဲ႕ဖြဲ႕ႏြဲ႕ႏြဲ႕ ေျပာျပခ်င္ပါသည္။
ေလႏုေအးေအးမ်ား ေမႊးပ်ံ႕ေပ်ာ္ရႊင္ၾကပါေစ။
ျမဴေငြ႕သက္သက္ ေဆာင္းနကၡတ္တို႔ ေျခေညာင္းလက္ဆန္႔ထြက္ၾကခ်ိန္တြင္ ခ်စ္သူတစ္ေယာက္သည္လည္း ကိုယ့္ကို ေတာ္ေတာ္ေလး လြမ္းေနရွာေရာ့မည္ဟု ယံုၾကည္မိပါေတာ့သည္။


BS
1st November 2010
Ygn

The House on Mango Street

Rating:
Category:	Books
Genre:	Literature & Fiction
Author:	Sandra Cisneros

I would say this book is a long poem rather than a fiction. Every line is so poetic . . . Most of the lines, I read again and again and dare not even go further. It's on my list of collection.

Her characters remind me of my childhood and my childhood friends and neighbours in my home town.

Home . . . The book urge me to ask myself, "What kind of home I dream to own in the future?"
I surely don't want a big house; just a small two storied wooden house. A cute place to look at sky and stars, a silent room for meditation and a reading room with big bookshelf will be must-included. Green lawn and an enough place for different kinds of flowers that I'm gonna water in the evening . . . Ok, I should stop here as my dream house is going to be bigger and bigger.

Here are some poetic and powerful lines from the book . . .

"People who live on hills sleep so close to the stars they forget those of us who live too much on earth. They don't look down at all except to be content to live on hills. They have nothing to do with last week's garbage or fear of rats. Night comes. Nothing wakes them but the wind."

"I want to be
Like the waves on the sea
Like the clouds in the wind
But I'm me
One day I'll jump
Out of my skin
I'll shake the sky
Like a hundred violins"

"The world we live in is a house on fire and the people we love are burning"

"The father wants the girl to be a weather girl on television, or to marry and have babies. She doesn't want to be a TV weather girl. Nor does she want to marry and have babies. Not yet. Maybe later, but there are so many other things she must do in her lifetime first. Travel. Learn how to dance the tango. Publish a book. Live in other cities. Win a National Endowment for the Arts award. See the Northern Lights. Jump out of a cake."

"Only a house, quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem."

အလြမ္းည နဲ႔ ပိုးဟပ္အက

တစ္ေကာင္
ႏွစ္ေကာင္
သံုးေကာင္
အနက္ေရာင္ ျပတင္းေပါက္ေပၚမွာ
ေယာက္ယက္ခက္ေနလိုက္ၾကတဲ့
ပိုးဟပ္ေတြ . . .
ငါ သူတို႔ကို မစားဘူးဆိုတာ
သူတို႔မသိရွာၾကဘူး။


ငါမွတ္ထားတာက
ငါ့ကိုယ္ထဲက
ပိုးဟပ္ေတြထြက္လာတယ္ဆိုရင္
ငါရူးေနလို႔၊
အခု
ကမာၻႀကီးဆီက ထြက္လာတယ္ဆိုေတာ့
ရူးေနတာ
ငါ မဟုတ္ေသးဘူး။


တကယ္ေတာ့
ပိုးဟပ္ေတြရဲ႔ အက ဆိုတာ
နင့္ကို လြမ္းတဲ့ငါ့ညေတြနဲ႔
ဘယ္လိုမွ မအပ္စပ္ပါဘူး။
ဒါေပမယ့္ ခ်စ္သူရယ္
ဒီလို ေျခာက္ျခားစရာ ပိုးဟပ္ေျခသံေတြၾကားမွာေတာင္
ငါေလ
နင့္ေျခလွမ္းေတြကို
လြမ္းဆဲ . . . ။                     ။


BS
7:52 pm
19 Oct: 2010
Ygn

ခရီး

အရင္ဆံုး . . . စပ္စုတဲ့အၿပံဳးေတြ
ၿပီးေတာ့ . . . ဝမ္းသာအားရ ေအာ္ဟစ္ႀကိဳဆိုတဲ့ အသံေတြ
ေနာက္
အေမး
အေျဖ
အေမး
အေျဖအေမး
အေျဖ . . . .

တစ္လွမ္း . . . ႏွစ္လွမ္း . . . သံုးလွမ္း

အစြန္းခံထားရတဲ့ ဖုန္မႈန္႔ေတြ . . .
ကြမ္းေသြးနီနီ အစြန္းခံေနရတဲ့ ဖုန္မႈန္႔လံုးၾကီးေတြ။

ခုန္ပ်ံေနတဲ့ အုတ္ခ်ပ္ေတြက
စည္းခ်က္တစ္ခုကို ေမြးဖြားေပးခဲ့။
ဖမ္းေပးတဲ့လက္ကို သက္ျပင္းခ်သံတစ္ခု
နဲ႔
ပစ္ေပးတဲ့လက္ကို လက္ခုပ္သံတခ်ိဳ႕ . . .
ပစ္ေပးလိုက္ပါ။

ယိမ္းယမ္းယမ္းနဲ႔ ျခင္ေထာင္ေလး
ပန္းေတြရဲ႕ တလႈပ္လႈပ္ အရိပ္မည္းနဲ႔အတူ
ယိမ္းယမ္းေနတဲ့ ျခင္ေထာင္ေလး။
လွ်ပ္စီးက ၾကယ္ေလးေတြကို စေနာက္ေနတုန္း . . .
ေတာက္ပလိုက္
အေမွာင္က်လိုက္
မွိတ္တုတ္မွိတ္တုတ္ျဖစ္လိုက္
ေတာက္ပလိုက္ . . .

ေနာက္ေတာ့ ပိုးစုန္းၾကဴးေတြ ေရာက္လာခဲ့တယ္။
သူတို႔ရဲ႕ စုန္းေရာင္စိမ္းစိမ္းကို
လမ္းသြယ္ေလးအျဖစ္ခ်န္လို႔။
စိတ္က တိုးတိုးေလးညည္းျငဴခဲ့
ကိုယ္သိတာေပါ့ အဲဒါ
ဇီးကြက္ၿမိဳ႕ေတာ္ရဲ႕ သီခ်င္းတစ္စ။

ႏြားတစ္ေကာင္ရဲ႕ ဝင္သက္ထြက္သက္က
ကိုယ့္ကို ေျခာက္လွန္႔ေနခဲ့။
ေနပါေစ . . . ေနပါေစ . . . ေနပါေစ
မနက္ေစာေစာမွာ
ႏြားႏို႔ ပူပူေလးတစ္ခြက္ေသာက္တယ္၊
ကိုယ့္အတြက္ တစ္ခြက္
ႏြားသားေလးအတြက္ တစ္ခြက္၊
အဖြားအတြက္တစ္ခြက္၊
က်န္တာေတြကို ေဒၚႀကီးခ်က္ပစ္လိုက္တယ္။
စားေကာင္းလိုက္တာ။

သနပ္ခါးန႔ံ
အရက္နာက်ေနတဲ့ ထန္းေတာ
ကိုယ္ဝန္သည္ ႏွမ္းေစ့ေတြ
ကိုယ့္ဦးေလးတစ္ေယာက္ အဲဒါေတြကို
ေျမွာက္ဖို႔ ႀကိဳးစားေနရဲ႕။

အဖြားရဲ႕ ပံုျပင္ေတြကို ၾကားေနမိပါေသးတယ္။
အဖြားေျပာတယ္
သူ႔အသက္ ႏွစ္ဆယ္ေလာက္က
ရြာကို
ၿဗိတိသွ်ေတြ ဝင္သိမ္းလို႔
ေတာထဲ ေျပးပုန္းရ။
ေနာက္
ရြာကို ျပန္ေရာက္။
ေနာက္
ဂ်ပန္ေတြ ထပ္ဝင္ေတာ့ ေတာထဲ ျပန္ေျပးပုန္းရ။
ဂ်ပန္စစ္သားေတြေပ့ါ
သူပုန္းေနတဲ့ အိမ္တံခါးကို ေျခကန္ဖြင့္
ပြင့္သြားေတာ့
သူ႔ကိုၾကည့္ၿပီးျပန္ထြက္သြားတာ။
ကိုယ္ အဖြားကို ေျပာလိုက္တယ္ . . .
ဟား ဟား ဟား။
အဲဒီတုန္းက
ျမင္းလွည္းေတြလည္း သစ္ရြက္ေတြဝတ္လို႔တဲ့
အဖြားေျပာတာ။
ေရေႏြးၾကမ္းတစ္အိုး
ေခါက္ဆြဲသုပ္တစ္ပြဲ
စြပ္ျပဳတ္တစ္ခြက္
အဖြားကို ဘယ္လို လႈပ္ရွားရမလဲ ကိုယ္သင္ေပးခဲ့တယ္။

သမိုင္းရဲ႕ အၾကြင္းအက်န္ေတြ
တရားထိုင္ေနတုန္း
အုတ္ခ်ပ္နီေတြရဲ႕ တည္ၿငိမ္မႈက
အေတာ္ရွည္လ်ားေနခဲ့ပါေပ့ါ။

စိတ္မရွည္တဲ့ ကားဟြန္းသံေတြ၊
ပံုရိပ္အထပ္ထပ္နဲ႔ ဆိုင္ကယ္ဦးထုပ္ေတြ၊
အခုမွ သတိထားမိတယ္
ကားေတြမွာ မတူတဲ့ မ်က္ႏွာေတြရွိေလရဲ႕။

ေက်ာခ်မ္းစရာေကာင္းတဲ့ သမိုင္းဝင္ေနရာ
ဟုတ္ပါ့
အထဲမွာ ဝိညာဉ္ေတြအမ်ားႀကီး အခ်ဳပ္ခံထားရတာ . . .
ေနပါေစေလ
ဒုကၡမရွာေတာ့ပါဘူး။

ကိုယ္တစ္ေယာက္တည္း
ေပ်ာ္ေနတုန္း . . .
အေမ
အေဖ
နင္
လြမ္းတယ္
နင္
အေဖ
အေမ
အရမ္း လြမ္းတယ္။
အေဖ
အေမ
နင္
........           ။                       ။BSမွတ္ခ်က္။         ။အဖြားေနတဲ့ စစ္ကိုင္းနားကရြာေလးကအျပန္ မႏၱေလးကားႀကီးကြင္းမွာ ကားေစာင့္ေနတုန္း ေရးျဖစ္တဲ့ ကဗ်ာေလးပါ။ ေရးတုန္းကေတာ့ ဘိုရူးရူးၿပီး "A Visit" ဆိုၿပီးေတာ့ အဂၤလိပ္လိုေရးထားတာ။ အခုမွ ပ်င္းပ်င္းရွိတာနဲ႔ ဗမာလို နည္းနည္းေလးေျပာင္းၿပီး ျပန္ေရးထားတာပါ။

A Thousand Suns

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Music
Genre:	Alternative Rock
Artist:	Linkin Park

I was totally melted as soon as the first song played . . . then . . . totally lost into their music!!! I wanna rate this album more than 5 stars :D
I love LP since 2001 (I used to repeat it quite frequently :D), and never getting bore with their songs. I feel like I can't compare their songs with other bands, so I just compare with their previous albums. "A thousand suns" is the best.
I'm not much into music stuffs, but I could feel that songs in this album have totally different style. You'll feel sad mood, then suddenly go up, then slowly go down, then insecurity overwhelmed, then remorse shows up, then funky comes, then many many more . . . . Sometimes, I even felt my blood stream is bouncing along with their beats.
The way LP created Martin Luther King's speech is also super cool.
For me, there is not even a single song to skip. Can't stop listening all the songs ... as can't listen other songs after listening these songs :D Surely a must-not-miss album. Don't miss it and enjoy !!

ကိုးရိုးကားရား (Awkward)

ကိုးရိုးကားရား

             မ်က္လံုးစံုမွိတ္၊ လက္အုပ္ခ်ီၿပီး ဒိုင္ဗင္မထိုးဝံ့ေသာ အိုင္ပ်က္ေလးတြင္ သစၥာဗြက္မ်ား ေပါက္ေန၏။ ဖမ္းမရေသာအမည္တစ္ခုႏွင့္ ပန္းတို႔အမည္ ေရာေႏွာေနေသာအရပ္တြင္ ေဆာင္းတစ္ရြက္ က်ေပ်ာက္ခဲ့သည္။ ထို႔ေၾကာင့္ (ဆရာတာရာမင္းေဝ ေျပာသလို) ငါ့အႏုပညာသည္ "ထိုင္ကားယား ထကားယား" ျဖစ္ေနပါေတာ့သည္။

BS


Awkward

      In a little ruined lake which is muddy with faith, I dared not dive into by closing my eyes with a bow. At the place where an untouchable name and flowers' names are mixing, I lost a leave of winter. That's why my art is (like sayar TarYarMinWai said) "awkward in sitting, awkward in standing".

 
BS

ေဆာင္းေနတစ္စင္းနဲ႔ အလင္းထမ္းသူမ်ား

ေလပူေတြ တိုက္တယ္
တိမ္ေတြ အိပ္တန္းတက္ၾကၿပီ။
အေမွာင္ထုကလည္း ေခၽြးတစိုစိုနဲ႔ . . .
ငါပိုင္တဲ့ စိတ္ကူးေတြမွာ
ေနနဲ႔ေႏြ ဆိုတာက သပ္သပ္စီပါ။


ငါ့မ်က္ႏွာေပၚမွာ
ဆံစတခ်ိဳ႕နဲ႔ ကလူက်ီစယ္ေနတဲ့
ေနရဲ႕ေရာင္စံုအဝိုင္းေလးေတြ
ဖုန္တရွပ္ရွပ္ ရႈပ္ေထြးလို႔ . . .
ေဆာင္းက ေဆာင္းနဲ႔မတူတဲ့ေန႔ေတြေလ။


တကယ္ေတာ့ ႏိုင္ငံေရးဆိုတာ
အဘိုးႀကီးေတြ ညေနေစာင္းမွာ
ေရေႏြးၾကမ္းနဲ႔ ေသာက္တဲ့
အလိုက္ဖက္ဆံုး အျမည္းရယ္ပါ
အေရေတြ တြန္႔ေနေလရဲ႕။


ပခံုးမွာ အလင္းထမ္းသူေတြဆိုေပမယ့္လည္း
သူလိုကိုယ္လို ပါပဲ
အၿပံဳးကို ေရလံုျပဳတ္တတ္တယ္။
ရွမ္ပိန္ခြက္ကို ခပ္ျမင့္ျမင့္ေလး ေျမွာက္တတ္တယ္။
ၿပီးေတာ့ လမ္းလည္း ေပ်ာက္တတ္တယ္။


BS
6:30 pm
3rd Oct 2010
Ygn

မလိုအပ္ေသာ လိုအပ္မႈ

တကယ့္တကယ္ေတာ့
ဘယ္အရာကိုမွ
လိုခ်င္လွခ်ည္ရဲ့လည္း
မဟုတ္ျပန္ဘူး ခ်စ္သူ။

ဒါမွမရရင္
တျခားဟာ ဘာျဖစ္ျဖစ္
ဆိုတဲ့ စိတ္မ်ိဳးေတာ့
(ခ်စ္သူ တစ္ေယာက္ကလြဲရင္)
တကယ္ ဘာျဖစ္ျဖစ္။

ငုတ္တုတ္လည္း
အိပ္ေပ်ာ္သလို၊
အမႈိက္ပံုေဘးလည္း
စားတတ္ေသာက္တတ္ပါတယ္။

ေမတၱာဆိုေပမယ့္လည္း
ေလာ္စပီကာၾကီးနဲ႔
လက္တစ္ကမ္းက ေပးေနတာမ်ိဳးကို
တကယ္ မလိုခ်င္ဘူး ခ်စ္သူရယ္ . . .

ကဲ . . . တို႔ႏွစ္ေယာက္သား
မႏွစ္တုန္းကလိုပဲ
တတိယအျမင္ကို
အားကိုးလိုက္ၾကရေအာင္ . . . ။               ။


BS

က်ဆံုးသြားခဲ့ေသာ . . .

က်ဆံုးသြားခဲ့ေသာ . . .

အရႈံးတစ္ခုရဲ႔
ဝီစီမႈတ္သံအဆံုးသတ္မွာ
ဓာတ္တိုင္တစ္တိုင္ကိုပဲ ျမင္မိတယ္ . . .

                             သူ႔မွာ ေခြလိမ္ေကာက္ေကြးေနတဲ့
                             ဓာတ္ႀကိဳးေတြမရွိဘူး၊
                             မီးမလင္းတာကလြဲလို႔
                             သူဟာ ဓာတ္တိုင္တစ္တိုင္ျဖစ္ရဲ့။

                                                                      သူ႔ရင္ဘတ္ထဲက
                                                                      အနက္ေရာင္ အလင္းစေတြ
                                                                      ငါ့ရဲ့ က်ဆံုးျခင္းနဲ႔ ထပ္တူက်တယ္။

               တစ္ခါတစ္ခါ က်ေတာ့လည္း
               ေခါင္းခါလက္ခါနဲ႔ ျငင္းခဲ့ဖူးတဲ့
               သူေတာင္းစားေတြကို လြမ္းတယ္ . . .


BS
12th Sept 2010

The Stranger

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Literature & Fiction
Author:	Albert Camus

First of all, I have no position to rate or comment this kind of book . . . but rating is a compulsory to write a review in mp, so I rated it 5/5 ;) Actually, my reviews are not truly reviews and most of them are what I felt after reading/watching them. What I felt about this book ? Let's see . . .

Last 3 years ago, I was recommended by my friend to read this book 'cos I love to dig "existentialism" stuffs. I couldn't find at that time 'cos I was finding it in the wrong name as "The Outsider". Again, last week, another friend told me to check it out and I fortunately found it in the library!! The translation is very simple one (plus it was just a thin book) and I finished it within a couple day. The book like "The myth of Sisyphus and other essays" took me over two weeks and can't even finish it at all with headache anyway. OK, very long introduction now . . . ☺

Anomie . . . "Anomie" in Meursault is the most visible matter I felt . . . I felt even as mine . . . I can't help smiling on the words Meursault's mom told him, "sooner or later, you will get use to everything". Aren't we?

To follow this, To do this, Must follow that, If happen this that must be done, . . . such a huge burden we got from god damn social norms . . .

I am a kind of person who can be easily influenced by the books I read. So, it is not necessary to mention that how absurd I'm feeling right now. I'm in the mood of just like the statement of "Do it or Don't do it, you'll regret both" . . . yeah . . . I know it's very edgy and pessimist.

Anyway, please don't confuse after my review and I'm just trying to say that "The Stranger" is a must book to own for someone who interested in existentialism. And let's meet with the stranger within us ;)

Puking Kid

Kids,
very sensitive
to motion
and they puke
when they get
Motion sickness.

Absurdism,
Is that
the vomitus
of adults from
the motion sickness
of riding the spinning world ?

I'm just wondering . . .


BS
4th Sept 2010

The Experiment

Rating:	★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Action & Adventure

About how people react in an Experiment of human behavior by letting some people behave as prisoners and some as prison guards for 14 days experiment.

This movie reminds me the words that one of my colleagues told me once . . . "Position can change people". I laughed out loud at that time and thought it was impossible. Positions/Titles whatever, people would be the main factor, I assumed . . . I was wrong . . . my colleague showed me how important a position in certain situations . . . Let say the person is not a cruel one, but the position that person holding is to give a decision, a cruel decision in deed. If not make that cruel one, others gonna hurt. No choice! Sometimes, I think we can't be good people while we are trying not to be a bad person. I should say "position" in "situation" . . . ouch!! complicated behavioral factors.

Hey Life, You are so boring!!!

Now . . .
The journey is halved,
Age is getting dark,
And
Loss starts composing it's prices.


Running trees want
to rest under loneliness of broken sun . . .
Shadows keep talking with rain drops
While
I'm still craving with my soul's scout.


It's painfully hard
to choose a spot
between the point of optimism
And
the point of pessimism.


Know that I am still far . . .
Quite far enough
to reach through the absolute truth
And
not to grab pieces of escapism.


BS
29 August 2010
7:21 pm

A Visit

A Visit

First, curious smiles
Second, delightful shouts of welcome

Then

Questions
Answers
Questions
Answers
Questions . . .

Step sTep stEp steP

Stained dust, stained with bloody red by betel.

Throwing bricks breed a rhyme;
Sigh to the catching hands
and
Claps to the throwing hands.

Mosquito net swung
swung along with moving silhouettes of flowers
Lightening teased stars,
Shine
Dark
Twinkle
Shine . . .

Then fireflies arrived!!
Leaving phosphorous trails ~~~
Mind murmured,
"You would not believe your eyes,
If ten millions fireflies
Lit up the world as I fall asleep"
I know, Owl City's.

A cow's breathing was haunting me
Stay sTay stAy staY
I drunk boiled milk in the morningA cup for me
A cup for cow's son
A cup for granny
The rest my aunt cooked
Yummy!!

Smell of Thanatkhar,
Tall trees' hang over,
And pregnant sesame,
My uncle was trying to multiply them.

Imagine granny's tales ~~~
She told me
She was twenty when
English soldiers invaded
She run and hide.
Back to village (for a while)
Japan soldiers invaded
Again she run and hide!
Japan soldiers broke the door of house she hide,
They looked at her
Then they left
I tell her
Ha Ha Ha !!

Horse carts wore leaves
Granny told me . . .
A jar of tea
A plate of noodle
A bowl of soup
Teaching granny how to move ~~~

Remaining is meditating
and
Quantum of red bricks, very long.

Impatience car honks,
Reflecting helmets,
I just recognized
Cars have different faces!

A spooky historical place
Yes,
Many souls have been locked inside.
Let them be . . .
I won't bother about it.

While I was having a nice time
alone,
Mom
Dad
You
I miss them . . .
You
Dad
Mom
I miss them a lot . . .
Mom
Dad
You
~~~


BS
16 August 2010
Bus Station, Mandalay 

The God of Small Things

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Literature & Fiction
Author:	Arundhati Roy

Very beautiful novel!!
I'm quite influenced by some quotes from this book these days . . .

" . . . And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside. . . "
This is the sentence that keep looping in my mind. I got (may be I thought I got) opportunities to say "Big Things", but just said only "Small Things". Opportunity just flew away . . . I just keep moving (may be pretending to keep moving) with screaming words that I dare not say . . . so sad ~~~

Well, help yourself 'cos it's truly a great story. Just like it was written in the book;
"The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don't deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don't surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover's skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don't. In the way that although you know one day you will die, you live as though you won't. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn't. And yet you want to know again."

တရားမဝင္တဲ့ အလြမ္း

တရားမဝင္တဲ့ အလြမ္း


မကၽြမ္းက်င္တဲ့
ဆတၱာသည္တစ္ေယာက္ လက္ထဲက
လြတ္က်သြားတဲ့ ကိုက္ေၾကးတစ္လက္ . . .

စိတ္ရဲ့ အနိမ့္အျမင့္ေတြကို အပိုင္းပိုင္းျဖတ္တယ္။

ေဝ့ဝဲလြင့္က်လာလိုက္တာ . . .

ဖြာလန္ႀကဲ အယံုတရားေတြ
နယုန္လျပည့္ တိမ္ပါးပါးေတြေပၚမွာ ျဖတ္ေျပးေနဆဲ . . .

တရားမဝင္ဘဲ လြမ္းခ်င္တဲ့ ကဗ်ာ
စိတ္ေနာက္သူ ပိုစားမိမယ့္
ပဒိုင္းသီးတစ္လံုးထက္မပိုဘူး . . .

“ေန”ပဲျမင့္ျမင့္
“လ”ပဲျမင့္ျမင့္
ငါ့ရဲ့ေၾကာင္ေတာင္ေတာင္ အိပ္မက္ေတြထဲမွာ
ဒီေရေတြ တက္ဆဲ . . . ။


BS
9:25 pm
2nd June 2010

In the name of freedom

In the name of freedom

Grasshoppers
are moving away
from their home farm,
In the name of freedom.

Moths
are swaying down
into the blazed land,
In the name of freedom.

Scarecrows
are gazing silently
under the shining sun,
In the name of freedom.

We, human
are throttling each other
to set power of harm,
In the name of freedom.


BS

Blowing in the Wind (Lyrics)

Really in the mood of this song ... Watched "Forrest Gump" again and 
found out this song (again). Just an old song but feel like new to me 
and always give somehow sad mood every time I listened.



Blowing In The Wind (by Bob Dylan)

How many roads must a man walk down,
before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove fly,
before she sleeps in the sand?
And how many times must a cannon ball fly,
before they're forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist,
before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist,
before they're allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head,
and pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many times must a man look up,
before he sees the sky?
And how many ears must one man have,
before he can hear people cry ?
And how many deaths will it take till we know,
that too many people have died?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

Lovely Bones

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Mystery & Suspense

I love this movie 'cos of it's unique aspect upon death & the way it presents life of a lost soul.

Among all the movies I've ever watched, in the place of lost soul is a bit stable and not different from the real life.

But in "Lovely Bones", a life after death is just like being in a long dream.
When we sleep, we dreamed about mountains and suddenly we reached to the place there's nothing connection with mountains . . . and in our dream, the way we see people we familiar with are also kind of abstract. After life in "Lovely Bones" reflects our dreams, and the way we live in our dreams.

It gives me the imagination of "how I'm going to see a brand new world after my death" (just forget how Susie die)

Moreover, it's a lovely movie which can highlight LOVE OF FAMILY too . . .

Just check it out ~~~

ရာသက္ပန္အလြမ္း

ေရခဲတုံုးေတြ . . . ေရခဲတံုးေတြ
ငါ့ေက်ာရိုးထဲမွာ ၀ုန္းဒိုင္းႀကဲၿပီး ေမ်ာခ်င္တိုင္း ေမ်ာေနၾကတဲ့ ေ ရ ခဲ တံုး ေ တြ
ကံအပဲ့တစ္ခုေၾကာင့္ ဆံုဆည္းျခင္းေတြ ကေဗာက္တိကေဗာက္ခ်ာ . . .
တသက္လံုး အံႀကိတ္ ဆုပ္ထားခဲ့တဲ့ လက္သီးေတြကို ျဖည္ၾကည့္ေတာ့
ေျမမႈန္စေတြပဲ တဖြဲဖြဲက်လာခဲ့။
အလွဆံုးစိတ္ကူးကေန ကမန္းကတန္း ရပ္လို႔မရ
ငါ့အရိုးေဆြးမယ့္ေျမက မ်က္ရည္ေတြနဲ႔ ဗြက္ထေနခဲ့ေပါ့ . . .
ခ်စ္တဲ့သူရဲ့ ေလခၽြန္သံေတြ ၾကားတယ္
သူႀကိဳက္တဲ့ သီခ်င္းလိုလုိ . . . ငါႀကိဳက္တဲ့ သီခ်င္းလိုလို . . . ။
တကယ္ဆို ငါတို႔ ဒီထက္ နည္းနည္းေလးပဲျဖစ္ျဖစ္ ပိုၿပီး သတၱိရွိခဲ့ဖို႔ေကာင္းတာ။
ကဲ . . . အခုေတာ့
ငါ့ ထြက္သက္ကလည္း မီးခိုးေတြ အူၿပီ
နင့္ စကားလံုးေတြမွာလည္း ျပာနံ႔သက္သက္
ခ်စ္တဲ့သူေရ
တကယ္ေတာ့ ေသမင္းဆီမွာ နင္နဲ႔ငါလို လြမ္းတတ္တဲ့စိတ္မရွိဘူးထင္တယ္ဟာ . . . ။      ။

BS

Dedicated to  ===>>> All the people who are ill and miss someone they love. & Myself for times of being sick.

Bloosom to Unnamable Cloud Valley

Frozen waves are shaking
along backbone of a little bird,
feathers release their grab
for all the undone fly . . .
Sad song cries with one eye
while listening soft whistling 
from the dark corner of smoking crowd.

BS

ေပါက္ပင္

ေပါက္ပင္

ဘာေၾကာင့္ပဲကိုင္းကိုင္း
ငါ့ဘ၀တစ္ပင္လံုး
အရိုးၿပိဳင္းၿပိဳင္းနဲ႔

က်ိဳးတိုးက်ဲတဲ အတၱေတြ မိုးထိုးေနၿပီ။

BS
19 April 2010

ပတ္သက္ျခင္း (Relation)

ခိုေတြနဲ႔
ေခါင္မိုးေပၚက
တီဗြီ အင္တာနာေလး
ပတ္သက္ၾကသလို
ငါနဲ႔စၾကဝ႒ာႀကီး
ပတ္သက္ၾကတယ္။
ျပန္ဆံုၾကတာေပါ့ဟာ . . . ။      ။

Just like a relation
between pigeons and
TV antenna from the roof,
There is a relation
between me and universe.
Let's meet again . . . . .


BS
3rd Apr 2010
~very early morning~

ခ်စ္သူဟု ေခၚပါသည္။ (၂)

မနက္ေစာေစာ
အလင္းေအးစက္စက္၏
ေရာင္စဥ္မ်ားတြင္
ခ်စ္သူႏွင့္အတူတူ
ဘဝကို ဝဝလင္လင္ ရွဴရွဳိက္ေနခ်င္ပါသည္။

ခ်စ္သူကေတာ့
သူ႔မူပိုင္ ပါးခ်ိဳင့္တစ္ဖက္တည္းႏွင့္
ၿပံဳးေနပါလိမ့္မည္။

ထိုသို႔ေသာ အခ်ိန္မ်ိဳးတြင္မွ
ယုတၱိတန္ျခင္းက
ရလုရခင္ စ်ာန္တရားကို
ဆင္ဆာျဖတ္ပစ္မည္ဆိုလွ်င္
ကိုယ့္တတိယအျမင္သည္
ၿငိမ္ခံေနလိမ့္မည္မထင္ပါ။

မနက္ေစာေစာ
အိပ္မက္မဝေသးခ်ိန္တြင္
ခ်စ္သူကို လြမ္းေသာေၾကာင့္
မ်က္ရည္အလ်ဥ္ကိုသာ
ေျခပစ္လက္ပစ္ ေလွာ္ခတ္လိုက္ပါေတာ့သည္။

BS
3 Apr 2010
(VERY) Early Morning

Into The Wild

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Action & Adventure

It's an old movie from 2007. And it's said "Based on True Story".

When I watched it, I kept saying, "This is how I wanna live! It's how I'm gonna live!". Although the movie last over 2 hours, I didn't get bore even for a second. How amazing if I could live simply just like him!! I'll surely do one day!!!

Songs in this movie are also pretty cool. Something like, "~ ~ ~ Society, you are crazy breed. Hope you are not lonely without me ~ ~ ~"

At the last scene of the movie, an excuse comes to me; I told myself "OK . . . my plan would be perfect if with someone" . . . hehehe . . . The ending is very Jack Landon; I mean very similar with endings in Jack Landon's short stories.

The Boy in The Striped Bajama

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

One of the movies which leaves me with heavy remorse . . .

Usher upon humanity with the innocence friendship of two kids (Jewish & German). It was based during the time of World War II.

Always, I would say always, kids were victimized by hatred of adults; may be accidentally or intentionally. And population is victimized by hatred of politicians. Also humanity is victimized by the hatred of countries . . .

It was on the day that I'm in quite bad mood. After watching this movie, I become so miserable . . . a lot of thoughts . . . about bla-bla-bla

Anyway, it is a should-not-miss movie. It's in my collection, and I'm sharing with my friends. Guess what, I got a new original DVD with super cheap price, so I'm spending much into my collection with many other movies.

Me & My Firsts

People usually say that "Firsts" are always somehow special . . . And I've been hearing this for quite frequently. Personally, I'm more into "Last" rather than "First". But when I turned my yellowish childhood pages, that "Firsts" are still sweet, funny and cute memories yet almost all of them are already gone. Here, I'm gonna list down my "First" both of materials and events . . . just for remembrance . . .

My First Word
My mom use to tell me about this as an old nursery story . . . My very first word is "Phae" which make my dad to love me the most among my siblings. Sorry to my little bro & sis :P I got the point from my dad.

My First Music
A cassette tape of English nursery songs. A present from my dad for me and I love that tape so much and played it all the time even until I was about to high school. Songs like "Black-Eyed Susan", "Dickory Dock", & "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and so on. I think it's still in my room at my home.

My First Instrument
It's a bit funny that I'm not passion about classical and traditional music, but the music instrument I played very first in my life is "Xylophone" . . . I even got a second prize medal in township xylophone competition ('cos there were only 3 students for the competition). As usual, my dad ordered a xylophone for me and still at my home with many spider webs 'cos there's no one who played it after me.

My First Bike
It was a blue BMX. I got it as a present from my dad when I was 7. When I saw dad taking that bike into the house, I was so excited, run to my dad, took that bike, tried to ride and fallen down 'cos I forgot that I wasn't able to ride a bike at that time . . . My times at primary school until middle school was just with that blue BMX. I used to make (will be more accurate if I say "try to make") stunts with that bike. For example, riding it up to the top of "wood dust" and braked abruptly to jump with bike, as I've seen in TV. Of course, many scars are still with me . . .

My First Poem
If I say about this, it's a bit long and sad story. My first poem was about blue mountains of my home town. It was just four lines with rhyme. I wrote down it in an old office diary of my dad. I showed it to my mom and she was really really angry. I was blamed quite seriously and that poem was teared apart. Yes, my mom never wanted me to be a poet or a writer whatever. I was obedient for some years but later (just like during my high school years) I kept my secret diary which is filled with my old poems . . .

My First Music Player
Again, my dad gave as present for me. It was a second hand "Aiwa" walkman with very nice quality. None of later walkmans that I owned are not as good as this one.

My First "All Star"
I got the hunger for all star since I was in high school. I noticed it from my basketball teacher but unfortunately it was a super expensive shoes for a remote place just like my home town. I craved it for days and nights in all 3 seasons. At last, the thing I bought with my second salary is a pair of brand new "all star". (What I've done with my first salary? Yes, I paid respect to my parents with my first salary. This is my interrupted boasting :D ). It is a black one with long neck. Even though, it worn out and pale color now, I'm still wearing it passionately.

My First Camera
Casio QVR 61. I bought it with the price of 100 US$ when my salary was about 130 by eating the whole month only instant noodle. It was with me only about 2 years then I gave it to one of my friends as parting present.

My First Book Collection
Second hand books of "Tar Yar Min Wai" from the book rental house. I'm quite familiar with the owner, so she used to resell me this books. Now I have over 40 of sayar Tar Yar Min Wai books. They are in the rare list of things I'm really stingy :P

My First Osho
"Truth, the greatest offender". Fortunately, I found it in a book store with reasonable price though it is new one.

My First Sport
Jogging. When I was about 7 years old, there were many kids who are more or less same age with me; who are also my neighbors. We all in total was about 8-10. They waked me up in the early morning just like 5 o'clock and we did jogging to the outside of our small town. Dogs along the way we jogged barked a lot and it seemed like people from near houses also woke up with our group.

I'm gonna update this subject if some other Firsts comes up to my mind or some other First happen :P Another thing is I'm a bit worry of saying only about materials rather than emotions. So, let me think of something which is First & sweet :)

with love
BS

ေဗဒင္ ႏွင့္ ကိုယ္ ႏွင့္ သူ

ေဗဒင္ ႏွင့္ ကိုယ္ ႏွင့္ သူ

ကိုယ့္မ်က္ႏွာနဲ႔
တစ္ထြာေလာက္အေဝးက
ခပ္ေႏွးေႏွးေျပးေနတဲ့ ျမဴေငြ႔တန္းေလး
ငါတို႔ရဲ့ “မေန႔က” ေတြျဖစ္ၾကသတဲ့ . . .

မ်က္ရည္ဝိုင္းတဲ့ သီခ်င္း . . .
ညည္းသံ ရႈိက္တဲ့ ဟာသ . . .
ကုသိုလ္မရတဲ့ ေကာင္းမႈ . . .
ကံေကာင္းသူေတြမ်ား လုသြားေလမလား။

မရြတ္ဝံ့တဲ့ ကဗ်ာ တစ္လုတ္
မပစ္ရဲတဲ့ အလင္းတဆုပ္
နင္ ငါ့ ကို တစ္ ခု ခု ေတာ့ ေမး သင့္ တယ္ . . .
ဂတိေတြ လက္ေဆာင္မလဲၾကခင္က။

အာရံုေတြ ေျမလူး
ကိုယ့္လက္ကို မျမင္ဖူးသလိုေငး
ေဗဒင္ေတြေမးၾကည့္ေတာ့ ကိုယ့္လကၡဏာမွာ
အိမ္ေထာင္ေရး လမ္းေၾကာင္းမပါဘူးတဲ့ . . . ။                 ။


BS
20:40
25 March 2010

Waken

Waken

Slam of morning hit
best moment of my dream
And can't effort to recall
what was happened before.

Warm water upon my face
frozen my boring thoughts and
squeeze out realistic laziness
just like a pile of bluish toothpaste.

As a lively cyborg,
need to fuel with black coffee . . .
Before chewing up
all that more bitter tactless stuffs.

BS

Judgment

Judgment


Stinking humanity
and weeping instinct
Pushing against each other
on weighing machine . . .


Please don't measure
pieces from your heart
against pieces of theirs;
illusion can't be rated, dear . . .


BS
19:31
18 March 2010

Route Chaser

Route Chaser

It was me who
was too careless
to notice about
Pieces of Winter
were smashing
into stupefied windy days . . .

Crushing voices of
Messengers from
morning dew drops,
They pretend as
your enchanted footsteps
which is still lingering in me . . .

Some street dogs stepped
over my feet
while I was trying
to unlock the gate of Lost;
The gate closed me or
I closed the gate ? ? ?

Slapped a poor mosquito
who didn't know
about art of hunter,
A pitch of scream is almost shed . . .
Have those rats given
any mercy for vegan cats?

When my chin up,
the sky is being webbed.
When my head down,
useless mess of ethic is being piled.
When I face front,
route to you is being fogged.

BS
21:48
16 March 2010

မုန္႔စိမ္းေပါင္းနဲ႔ Lactasoy

ေပ်ာ္စရာမေကာင္းတဲ့
ညေနနီနီေတြကို
ပ်င္းပ်င္းနဲ႔ ျဖတ္ေျပးေတာ့
ေၾကာ္ျငာဘုတ္တစ္ခုကို ၀င္တိုက္မိတယ္။


နင့္လူမ်ိဳးနဲ႔ ငါ့လူမ်ိဳး
လက္ေ၀ွ႔ထိုးၾကမလို႔တဲ့
ဘယ္သူလဲလဲ ငါတို႔ မေပ်ာ္ရမယ့္ပြဲၾကီး
မၾကည့္ခ်င္ဘူးဟာ။


ပိုးဖလံလည္း
သူ႔တစ္ရင္စာေတာ့ ကြဲရွာမယ္ . . .
နင္ေတာင္းတဲ့ဆုကလည္း
ငါေခ်ာင္းၾကည့္လို႔မွ မရခဲ့တာ။


ဒီလိုနဲ႔
သံသရာကို ေဒါင္လိုက္ေလး
ကန္႔လန္႔တိုက္ခဲ့ေတာ့
နင္နဲ႔ငါ မ်က္ႏွာခ်င္းဆိုင္ လြဲတယ္။


Wall E ဆန္ဆန္
ငါ့ေန႔ညေတြကို အစုန္အဆန္
ေကြးခ်ည္ဆန္႔ခ်ည္ ဆန္႔ခ်ည္က်ံဳ႔ခ်ည္
ငါ့ကမၻာအက္အက္မွာ နင့္သီခ်င္းပဲ ျမည္ေနတယ္။


ေနေရာင္ထိတဲ့ စိတ္ကူးေတြက
ဘီယာေလာက္ ခါးသလား . . .
နင့္ကိုလြမ္းလြမ္းနဲ႔ငါ
မုန္႔စိမ္းေပါင္းနဲ႔ Lactasoy ၀ယ္စားပစ္လိုက္တယ္။                    ။


BS
3.3.10
6.53 pm
Ygn

အညာႏြားညီေနာင္

ရြာ၀င္က မန္က်ည္းပင္ေအာက္
ျမက္ေတြမွာ ေျခာက္ကာထပ္မေပါက္
ႏြားႏွစ္ေကာင္ ၀မ္းစာမေလာက္
ဗိုက္ေတာ္မွာ ရိုးေပၚပိန္ေျခာက္

အရိုးေပၚပိန္ကာေျခာက္လည္း
ဦးၾကီးေတြကို ရိုေသကာ ေၾကာက္ေပသမို႔
ရုပ္ခႏၶာ ေၾကြကာေပ်ာက္ပေစ
မာန္၀င့္ကာ ေတာင့္ပါမယ္
ညီငယ္ေရ အေရွ႕ကရုန္း။          ။

MK & BS
18 Feb 2010
Yagon

P.S.
Facebook မွာ တင္ထားတဲ့ ပံုေလးကို အေၾကာင္းျပဳၿပီး သူငယ္ခ်င္း MK က “အေပၚပိုဒ္” ေလးကို ေရးပါတယ္။ သူ႔ကိုေနာက္ခ်င္တာနဲ႔ ဘာရယ္မဟုတ္ပဲ ”ေနာက္အပိုဒ္”ကို ဆက္ေရးၾကည့္ၿပီးေတာ့ သေဘာ က်တာနဲ႔ တင္လိုက္တာပါ။ အမွတ္တရေပါ့။

eGo

Ego

Pity soul confuse
between
Excuse and Explanation
which are being exhibited
in front of so called
for-the-sake-of bla bla bla.

Can't even think
of stagnant life without
colorful shadows of yours,
Even though painfully
and lingeringly tried to decide
to let you go . . . .
 

BS
22:35
17 FEB 2010

pAraLLeL

Yearn for
a mystic storm,
          Cling to
          a countable jiffies,
                     Weary about
                     pretentious eyes,
Never mind!
                     Our parallel inclinations
                     gotta lead to
                     unnameable destiny,
          if we just
          didn't start with
          that unworkable ending . . .

BS
21:51
16.2.2010

Dandelion

You and I are whistling an old piece of folk
Along with beats of meteorites' shower . . .
Stars are playing hide and seek
Behind the glittering street of galaxy.

The Trimurti smile with kindly eyes
While red roses giggle in tender
by making cute jokes
About slippery ways of astrology.

Sensing no trace of gravity,
Riding a wave with rhyme of light;
You and I are flying high
like two florets from a dandelion.

BS

Cherished Hope

Cherished Hope

It is an end of a canyon;
It was told me so
before my sigh dropped abruptly.

Anxious insanity crawls
and knocks the dim memories;
Ceased my soul in my gullibility.

Wind wheezed words
while I walked with my mistakes,
"Don't take risk in your spirit!"

Being alive would lose it's worth
If planet of my days miss
Regular dose of challenges.

Giving a wink to the secret wish
And waiting for a flipping coin,
I'm still reciting cherished hope of You and I.

BS
21:24
5th February 2010
Ygn

New Age

"New Age"

During light is being sucked
by a tiny piece of unluckiness,
I was trying to seek
a notorious defense.

Boredom has rusted
my damn day dreams . . .
since a miserable moment that
I decided to let you go (wherever you want to)

Mocking the whole world
is just a kid's stuff
if only, if only, if only
New Age is being with me . . .

Conversations change as
incoherent scrabble against meaning.
Robotic yet dutiful coated mock is
still eating my irresponsible responsibilities.

Being too blunt
While silently asking departed ocean
Should I let my New Age go?
Should I let my New Age go?


BS
22:16, 20.1.2010
Ygn

The Mother

Rating:	★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Drama

Another "I'm a Cyborg but it's ok" style of movie.
I think "I"m a Cyborg" is much better than this one; I would rate 5 for it.

Even though flow of the story is a bit slow, shots are very artistic and attractive.
And a bit looks like French movie style.
Anyway, this one can show love of a mother, plus, it's cute & fun to watch Won Bin :P

တစ္ဖက္တည္းေန႔ေတြ

တစ္ဖက္တည္းေန႔ေတြ

အေ၀းႀကီးဆိုၿပီး ေျပးခဲ့ၾက
ေနာက္လွည့္မၾကည့္ေၾကး စိန္ေခၚ
နင္ေမွ်ာ္ေနတာ ငါမွ ဟုတ္ရဲ့လား?

မွတ္မိသမွ် ပစ္ခ်ခဲ့တဲ့ . . .
ႏႈတ္ဆက္ထံုးစံ ေျပာင္းျပန္လုပ္ပစ္
ငါ နင့္ကို လြမ္းခြင့္ေလးမွ ရွိပါေလစ?

အဓိပၸာယ္ အေကာက္မွားသလို
ေတာင္းဆုအခါးေတြ ေစတီတ၀ိုက္ပ်ံ႔က်ဲ
ယုတၱိေတြကိုခြဲတဲ့ ဓားက နင္ ျဖစ္ေနေရာ့သလား?

အႏုပညာ နဲ႔ ဘ၀ကို ခ်ိန္ခြင္ေပၚတင္
ပစၥဳပၸန္မွာ မဆင္မျခင္ တရားခြင္၀င္မိေတာ့
မယဥ္ေက်းတဲ့လွ်ာက နင့္ဖက္ကို ေဇာက္ထိုးတဲ့လား?

ေရွ႔မလွမ္းရဲတဲ့ ေဆာင္းအိုအိုမွာ
ကိုယ္တာ၀န္မယူ၀့ံတဲ့ ဆံုးျဖတ္ခ်က္နဲ႔
တစ္ဖက္သတ္ပဲ ငါ . . . ငုတ္တုတ္အိပ္ေနေတာ့မယ္။

BS
20:26
13 January 2010
Ygn

လက္ပန္းက်ျခင္း

လက္ပန္းက်ျခင္း

အလိုက္မသိတဲ့
နီမွိန္မွိန္ ညေနေစာင္းေလး . . .
ေဆးစက္ထင္ေပမယ့္
သဘာ၀ရဲ့
အေပါစား မ်က္ႏွာေခ် ဆန္ေနတုန္းပဲ . . .

အေနာက္အရပ္က
သစ္သားရုကၡစိုးရဲ့
အသည္းကြဲ ျပယုဂ္ျဖစ္တယ္ . . .
ငါကလည္း မကၽြမ္းက်င္တဲ့ မီးခိုးတန္းေပၚမွာမွ
ယဇ္ပူေဇာ္တမ္း ကစားမိသူကိုး . . .

တံဆိပ္ေခါင္းမွာ
နကၡတ္ေကာင္းခဲ့ေပမယ့္
လိပ္စာမွာ လြဲျပန္ေတာ့လည္း
ငါတို႔ မနက္ျဖန္ေတြက ျဖစ္တည္ျခင္းနဲ႔ ေမ်ာခ်င္ရာေမ်ာ
ကံၾကမၼာေရ . . . သေဘာပဲ!

BS
8:10 am
12 January 2010
Ygn

River Sides

River Sides

This Side

Unknowable reason
is filing and screwing
into the deep,
Deep down marrow
where courage sit
in silence and slim.

Balanced edge
of a blinded soul
is finding a rainbow,
Rainbow of happiness;
Happiness of flying
with whose own stained wings . . .

That Side

A lost lodger
with a smile of love
had been walking,
Walking to sit
upon an inferior chair
at the corner of "Welcome Table".

Confused insomnia
messed up light of dark
to abandon our wonderland.
What I've taken
were much much more,
More than what I've given.

Along

Just the same song
but
we missed each other
like two notes of
up and down.
Keep singing somehow . . .

Put me on the shame
Shame of an ignorant
who can't even differentiate
between
a white lie
and a dark truth.


BS
7:43 PM
11 January 2010
Yangon

Rule Out Dreams

A white flag

Torn and make up with mud

Playing, and swaying

While betraying a dim sigh . . .

 

Our chins may need to up

Just to wait and watch

How hope twinkles

During that December nights.

 

Tease each other

And cling the Earth; lovingly

We recite dream planets so far

To scare away our fear.

 

Wings will never listen

to law of the wind,

Way too left and Way too right;

Lets choose lane of flight, yet together . . .

 

BS

21:19

7 January 2010

ဗီႏို

သူၾကြယ္ေတြတီးတဲ့ ဗံုသံ
ပါတီလို႔ ေခၚၾကတယ္။
ဖိတ္စာမပါလည္း ၀င္လို႔ရပါတယ္ . . . တဲ့
ေခါင္းကိုေတာ့ နည္းနည္းေလး ငံု႔ထားေပါ့ . . .

နင့္ရဲ႕
မွိန္ေမွာင္ေမွာင္အၿပံဳးတစ္၀က္ကေျပာတယ္
ငါတို႔ႏွစ္ေယာက္ကလြဲရင္ အားလံုး သူေဌးေတြ . . . လို႔။

နင္ၾကားႏိုင္ဖို႔ ငါ့အေျဖက
"I'm yours" သီခ်င္းသံနဲ႔
ေထြရာေလးပါးလြင့္
“ငါတို႔ ႏွစ္ေယာက္က စိတ္ ခ်မ္းသာတယ္ေလ” . . . ။

မိုးေပၚက ၾကည့္သူေတြေၾကာင့္
အိပ္မက္ေတြ မေျခာက္ျခားခဲ့သလို
ေျမျပင္က အၾကည့္ေတြေၾကာင့္လည္း
စိတ္ကူးေတြ မေမ်ာခဲ့ဘူး . . .
ၿပံဳးတတ္တဲ့ သာမန္ရိုးက် အၾကည့္ရဲ႕ေမးခြန္းက
ငါ့ဆံုးျဖတ္ခ်က္ေတြကို အမြမြအစိတ္စိတ္ေခ်ခြဲ . . .
လူဆိုတဲ့ အတန္းအစားေတြ ကြဲၾကတယ္ . . . တဲ့။
ငါေမာင္းတဲ့စက္ဘီး
နင္စီးတဲ့ကား
အသိုင္းအ၀ိုင္းေတြ ျခားထားတယ္။

နင္လိုခ်င္တဲ့
အေတာင္ပံေတြရဖို႔
ခုန္ခ်ခဲ့တဲ့ ေခ်ာက္ကမ္းပါးမွာ
ငါ့ရဲ႕ လက္ေဆာင္္ေလး
အားငယ္ေနရွာေပါ့။

ဒါနဲ႔ပဲ
ကံတရားကို
သားေခ်ာ့ေတးဆိုျပရင္း
မနက္ျဖန္မွာ
နင္နဲ႔ငါ
Second Hand အိတ္ သြား၀ယ္ၾကမယ္ေလ။                        ။

BS
19:55
2 January 2010
Black Canyon, CM

မနက္ျဖန္နဲ႔ ပါးရိုက္နားရိုက္

မေန႔မနက္
အိပ္ယာကအႏိုးမွာ
ေနမင္းနဲ႔
မ်က္စဥ္းခပ္ခဲ့မိတယ္။

သူတစ္ေယာက္မ်ား
ငါ့အေၾကာင္းေတြးေနမလား
လြဲေနတဲ့ ရာသီဥတုေတြ
တိမ္ဖုံးေနတုန္းမွာေပါ့။

နင္နဲ႔ငါ
ေလွ်ာက္တဲ့လမ္းက
အဲေလာက္ထိ
လူရႈပ္မေနခဲ့သင့္ဘူး။

နင္နဲ႔ငါရဲ႕
ေကာင္းမႈအေၾကြေစ့ေတြ
အဲေလာက္ထိ
ၾကပ္တည္းမေနသင့္ခဲ့ဘူး။

နင္နဲ႔ငါရဲ႕
မေျပာျဖစ္တဲ့ ဘာသာစကား
အဲေလာက္ထိ
ျမင္လြယ္ထင္လြယ္ ျဖစ္မေနသင့္ခဲ့ဘူး။

တတိယအျမင္ကိုမွ
ကိုးကြယ္မိေတာ့လည္း
မွိန္မြဲမြဲေန႔ေတြထဲမွာ
ေနရဲရေတာ့မွာေပါ့။              ။

BS
21.12.2009