ေျ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)

အိပ္မက္ဆိုး

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."