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အခ်စ္ႏွင့္ ေဟာ္မုန္း
ေတဇာ (လေရာင္လမ္း)
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စတုတၳက Endorphin အမည္ရသည့္ နာက်င္မႈခံစားရခ်ိန္တြင္ ကၽြန္ေတာ္တို႔၏ ကိုယ္ခႏၶာက ထုတ္လႊတ္သည့္
နာက်င္မႈေလ်ာ့ပါးေစသည့္ ေမာ္ဖိန္းဓာတ္တစ္မ်ဳိးျဖစ္ပါသည္။ ဟီး႐ိုးအင္းႏွင့္ ဘိန္းတို႔၏ အက်ဳိးသက္ေရာက္မႈကဲ့သို႔
သာမန္ထက္ပို၍ ပိုမိုေပ်ာ္ရႊင္ပီတိ ျဖစ္ေစသည္။ သူနဲ႔တူတူရွိေနရရင္ အလိုလိုေပ်ာ္ေနတယ္ဆိုသူမ်ားသည္ ဤေဟာ္
မုန္းေၾကာင့္ ျဖစ္ပါသည္။ Endorphin နည္းပါးခဲ့လွ်င္ စိတ္က်မႈျဖစ္ရန္ ပိုမိုနီးစပ္သည္ ဆို၏။
ေတဇာ (လေရာင္လမ္း)
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သူမကို ကၽြန္ေတာ္ေၾကာက္သည္
မိုးလိႈင္ည
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သူမကို ကၽြန္ေတာ္ေၾကာက္သည္
မိုးလိႈင္ည
လူတုိ႔သည္ ဘုန္းတန္ခုိးႀကီး၏
အမ်က္ေဒါသႀကီး၏
အလုိရမၼက္ႀကီး၏
လက္ေလးဖက္၊ ေျခေလးဖက္၊
ဦးေခါင္းႏွစ္လုံး၊ လိင္အဂၤါႏွစ္ခုႏွင့္
ထုိသူတုိ႔သည္…
နတ္ျပည္သုိ႔တုိက္ခုိက္ရန္ ၾကံစည္ေနဘိ
ထုိသူတုိ႔အား နတ္လက္ႏွက္ႏွင့္
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တိုက္ခုိက္ေခ်မႈန္းလုိက္ ျပန္ပါကလည္း
နတ္တို႔အား ယံုၾကည္ကုိးကြယ္သူ မဲ့ေခ်အံ့
ထုိေၾကာင့္လူတုိ႔အား
လက္ႏွစ္ဖက္၊ ေျခႏွစ္ဖက္၊
ဦးေခါင္းတစ္လုံး ထက္ျခမ္းဝက္၍
သူ၊ သူမခြဲျခမ္းေစဟု
ဇုနတ္မင္းၾကီးကဆုံးၿဖတ္ခဲ့သည္။
(ဂရိဒ႑ာရီ)
ဘုရားသခင္သည္
လူေယာက်္ားသည္ တစ္ဦးတည္း မေနေကာင္း
သူ၏အေထာက္အမကုိဖန္ဆင္းဦးမည္ဟု
အၾကံရွိေတာ္မူေလသည္
ထုိေၾကာင့္ လူကုိႀကီးစြာေသာအိ္ပ္ျခင္းျဖင့္
အိပ္စက္ေစ၍
နံ႐ိုးတစ္ေခ်ာင္းအား ထုတ္ယူၿပီးလွ်င္
အသားတုိ႔ေစ့စပ္၍ လူမိန္းမအားျဖစ္ေပၚေစသည္…
ထုိေန႔သည္ ဆဌမေၿမာက္ေန႔ၿဖစ္သည္။
(ကမာၻဦးက်မ္း)
မိမိ၏နံ႐ိုးတစ္ေခ်ာင္းကုိ
မည္သုိ႔ေသာအရပ္မွာ ရွာေဖြရမွန္းမသိခဲ့
သူမ ေပ်ာ္ရႊင္ေသာေန႔ရက္တုိ႔
အစဥ္အျမဲရရွိႏုိင္ပါ့မလား…
မိမိနံ႐ိုးအတြက္
ရင္မွနာက်င္ျခင္းတုိ႔သည္ ပုိမုိျမည္ဟီးႏုိင္ခဲ့ေပသည္။
ခ်စ္သား
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ဤသူငယ္မအတြက္က်ေသာ
သင္၏မ်က္ရည္ျမစ္အသြယ္သြယ္သည္
သမုဒၵရာေလးစင္းထက္ ပုိမုိမ်ားျပားခဲ့ၿပီ
သံသရာအဖန္ဖန္က်င္လည္ျခင္း၌
နာက်င္ေမွာင္မုိက္ျခင္းအတိ ကိေလသာအေပၚ
သင္သည္စြဲလမ္းေလာင္ၿမိဳက္ဆဲလား…
မျဖစ္ျခင္းတရားဆီသုိ႔
ကၽြန္ေတာ္သူမႏွင့္အတူ သြားခြင့္ရခ်င္မိသည္…
သူမကုိကၽြန္ေတာ္ခ်စ္သည္…
ထုိသုိ႔ေသာ ကိေလသာအားျဖစ္ေစေသာ
ထုိသူမကုိပဲ ေၾကာက္ေၾကာက္ႏွင့္ ျမတ္ႏုိးမိဆဲ...။
မုိးလႈိင္ည
Analysis and Synthesis of Love
Han Thit Nyeim
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Analysis and Synthesis of Love
Han Thit Nyeim
Never think that your world of love really needs to hang around seriousness every
time. There’s a saying by Pedro Calderon de la Barca: ‘Love that is not madness is
not love.’ Indeed, we might need to fool around when we talk about love. Let’s
have a look how the professionals’ perspectives on Love, Madness and Wise.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some rea-
son in madness.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
There are tons of riddles on the topic of love. Let’s take a look at some and start our brain storming.
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A: It saves them a lot of time.
Q: If the dove is the bird of peace, what is the bird of true love?
A: The swallow.
Q: What's the difference between love, true love and showing off?
A: Spitting, swallowing and gargling.
Concerning with the sayings and proverb on love by different professionals, we might see as well that they
don’t really understand what love really is. First of all, let’s see how they relate the way we see with love. You
will also see how the assumptions of these sayings and proverbs sometimes concur but sometimes contradict
on another.
Eyes are the ambassador of love.
(Anonymous)
"Love is not blind; that is the last thing that it is. Love is bound; and the more it is bound the less it is
blind."
(G.K. Chesterton)
Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
(Rabbi Julius Gordon)
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
(William Shakespeare)
After tasting the madness of love from the linguistic point of view, let’s move our love to the numerological
topics. There’s a famous riddle that only the Romans can understand. That is:
In Roman numerals, L stands for 50 and V stands for 5. Accordingly, the answer of the riddle is ‘LOVE’.
In Western numerology, L = 3, O = 6, V = 4, E = 5, the total is 18, and when we add 1 and 8 again, the final
result is 9. The planet Venus is the symbol for the Love, and the number derived from the word VENUS is 4 +
5 + 5 + 3 + 1 = 18 = 1 + 8 = 9.
In numerology, mathematics, sacred world, number 9 is assumed as the number of strange properties. It is
said to be the number of the patience, the meditation, and the harmony, it represents the inspiration and the
perfection of the ideas.
I also want to highlight that there is also a symmetrical property of the word ‘LOVE’. In English alphabet, there
are 26 letters, and you will see that ‘L’ is the 12th letter. And ‘O’ is also the 12th letter if you count backward
from the letter ‘Z’. Likewise, ‘V’ is the 5th letter from the last alphabet and ‘E’ is also the 5th letter from the
first character. That is how the word ‘LOVE’ stays systematically and symmetrically among other characters.
After having some mind-boggling, let's chew some food for thoughts about love, marriage, and life especially
from the gender perspective.
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Happiness
To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.
To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.
Propensity to Change
A woman marries a man expecting him to change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does!
His & Her Future
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
Communication
When two men are talking to each other, they are talking about themselves.
When two women are talking to each other, they are talking about a third one.
Relaxation
After God created Earth, he relaxed.
After God created Man, they relaxed.
But after God created Woman, no one has ever had a chance to relax.
Now let’s love linguistically and the acronyms of the word ‘LOVE’ are shared.
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LOVE:
L = Land of sorrow
O = Ocean of tears
V = Valley of death
E = End of life
The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a male is when he’s a baby. (Jacob Braude)
A kiss is of no use to one, yet absolute bliss to two. The small boy gets it for nothing, the young man
has to lie for it, and the old man has to buy it. It is the baby’s right, the lover’s privilege, and the
hypocrite’s mask. To a young girl, it is faith, to a married woman, it is hope, and to an old maid, it is
charity. (Bob Philips)
A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he’s finished. (Zsa Zsa Gabor)
The following two letters contain the same exact words. But the difference is on little punctuation.
Which letter would you rather receive?
Dear John:
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I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People
who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men.
I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we're apart. I can be forever happy -
will you let me be yours?
Gloria
Dear John:
I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people,
who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other
men, I yearn. For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we're apart, I can be forever
happy. Will you let me be?
Yours,
Gloria
A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his wife had been to him and how
fortunate he was to have her.
He asked God, "Why did you make her so kind-hearted?"
The Lord responded, "So you could love her, my son."
"Why did you make her so good-looking?"
"So you could love her, my son."
"Why did you make her such a good cook?"
"So you could love her, my son."
The man thought about this. Then he said, "I don't mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but ... why
did you make her so stupid?"
"So she could love you, my son."
According to the saying of Anon: it's love, that makes the world goes round. That may be the one and only
reason that Mathematicians fail to find the solution for love:
Source: http://www.bestiphonewallpapers.com/wallpaper/XKCD-Love-Formula/
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Nevertheless, as Henry David Thoreau said, there is no remedy for love but to love more.
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ခ်စ္သူသို႔
ခိုင္စိုးလင္း
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မင္းကိုယ္သင္းနံ႔ေေလး၊ မင္းဆံပင္က ေခါင္းေလွ်ာ္ရည္နံ႔ေလးကို မရတာ ဘယ္ေလာက္ ၾကာသြားၿပီလဲ။ ငါ အခု႐ွဴသြင္းေနရတာ
ဖုန္ေတြခ်ည္းပဲ။ ေရငတ္လိုက္တာ။ ေရေသာက္လိုက္ရင္ မင္းေပ်ာ္ေပ်ာ္ရႊင္ရႊင္ေနေနတဲ့ ငါ့ႏွလံုးသားအကြဲထဲ ေရေတြ
ဝင္သြားမွာ ေၾကာက္ၿပီး မေသာက္ရက္ဘူး။ မင္းအထဲမွာ ရွိေနပါေသးရဲ႕ေနာ္။ ရွိတယ္မလားဟင္။ မင္းရယ္သံက လြင္လြင္ေလး
လိမ့္တက္လာေတာ့ မင္းရယ္သံရဲ႕ အၾကည္ဓာတ္ကို မခံႏိုင္တဲ့ ငါ့ရင္ဘတ္က လိႈက္ေမာၿပီး ေခ်ာင္းဆိုးျပန္တယ္၊
ငံက်ိက်ိအရသာက ခံတြင္းထဲမွာ အခံရခက္လိုက္တာ။ မင္းေဆာ့ေနတာလား ေကာင္မေလးရယ္။
ခိုင္စိုးလင္း
ေရးလက္စ ပန္းခ်ီကား
ေက်ာ္ညိဳေသြး
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ေရးလက္စ ပန္းခ်ီကား
ေက်ာ္ညိဳေသြး
အခ်စ္ဆိုတာ ႐ုပ္ရွင္ထဲမွာသာၾကည့္ဖူးၿပီး
ကိုယ္တိုင္မျဖစ္ဖူးတဲ့ ကင္ဆာ။
အခ်စ္ဆိုတာ ကိုယ္တိုင္ဆြဲခြင့္မရတဲ့ ပန္းခ်ီကား။
အခ်စ္ဆိုတာ ဗဟိုဘဏ္က အေထြေထြဝန္ထမ္းကေလး။
ဒါဏ္ရာရ ကစားသမားတစ္ေယာက္ရဲ႕ ပြဲၾကည့္စင္ထက္က
အားမလိုအားမရမႈ။
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ေက်ာ္ညိဳေသြး
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ခ်စ္ျခင္းဖြဲ႕သီ လကၤာစီသမွ်
ဟယ္ရီလြင္
ခ်စ္ျခင္းဖြဲ႕သီ လကၤာစီသမွ်
ဟယ္ရီလြင္
သိုးကေလး (သိုးကေလ)
ပုပၸါးနတ္ေတာင္၊ အေခါင္ျမင့္ဖ်ား၊
စံုေတာျပား၌၊ နံ႔ရွားႀကိဳင္လြင့္၊
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သိုးကေလး (သိုးကေလ)
စကားပြင့္ႏင
ွ ့္၊ ႏိႈင္းတင့္ႏိုးသည့္၊
ရဲမ်ိဳးသမီး၊ ေမာင္ႀကီးႏွမ၊
ညက္လွျပာစင္၊ မယ့္သည္ပင္သည္ ခရီးသား။ (တခ်ိဳ႕က မယ့္သခင္သည္ လို႔ေရးတာေတြ႕ဖူး
ပါတယ္။)
သိုးကေလး (သိုးကေလ)
ၿမိတ္လြတ္စုလည္း၊ ငယ္ကတည္းက၊ (အငယ္တည္းက လို႔လည္း ေရးတာေတြ႔ဖူးပါတယ္)
ကြၽမ္းဝင္ၾကသည္၊ ေမြးဖတူရင္း၊
မ်ိဳးသည္မင္းႏွင့္၊ ခ်စ္ျခင္းစု႐ံုး၊
သက္ထက္ဆံုးသည္၊ ႏွလံုးမျခား ေစာင့္တရား။
ေဆြမိမင္း (တခ်ိဳ႕ စာအုပ္ေတြမွာ 'ေမြးမိခင္'၊ 'ေဆြမိခင္' လို႔လည္း ေရးၾကပါတယ္)
မ်က္သုတ္နီလြင္၊ ရတည္းဖ်င္ႏွင့္၊
က်ိဳင္းစင္ျမဝါ၊ မတ္ႀကီးလ်ာကို၊
မယ္သာႀကိဳက္မိ တုမရွိ။
အစခ်ီ အာလုပ္ပိုဒ္မွာ တခ်ိဳ႕က 'သိုးကေလး' လို႔ေရးၿပီး တခ်ိဳ႕က 'သိုးကေလ' လို႔ေရးတာေတြ႔ပါတယ္။ ေရွးအခါက ဦးထုပ္ကို
'သိုး' လို႔ေခၚသတဲ့ဗ်။ ဒါေၾကာင့္ ဦးထုပ္ေဆာင္းေလ့ရွိတဲ့ အဂၤလိပ္ေတြကို သိုးေဆာင္း လုိ႔ေခၚတာပါ။ ပုပၸါးေတာင္ကို
ခပ္လွမ္းလွမ္းကၾကည့္ရင္ ဦးထုပ္ေဆာင္းထားတာနဲ႔တူလို႔ သိုးကေလးလို႔ အာလုပ္ျပဳထားတာ ျဖစ္တယ္လို႔ ဆုိပါတယ္။
ပုပၸါးေတာင္ႀကီးကို တုိင္တည္ရင္း ခရီးသြားေနတဲ့ အမတ္ေလာင္းငယ္ခ်စ္ကို တမ္းတထားတဲ့ အဖဲြ႕ေလးေပါ့။ ေရးသူကေတာ့
အမည္မသိေရွးစာဆိုေပါ့ဗ်ာ…
ပုဂေ
ံ ခတ္က သာမန္အရပ္သူကေလးက လြမ္းသလုိ ေခတ္အဆက္ဆက္မွာလည္း ကဗ်ာလကၤာေတြ သီဖဲြ႕ရင္း လူတန္းစား မေရြး
အခ်စ္ကို ခံစားခဲ့ၾကတာပါပဲ... ဧကရာဇ္ဘုရင္ေတြ၊ မွဴးႀကီးမတ္ရာ အရာရွိအရာခံေတြကစလို႕ ၾကမ္းၾကမ္းတမ္းတမ္း
စစ္သူႀကီးေတြေရာ၊ မင္းသမီးေတြ၊ မိဖုရားေတြေရာ၊ မွဴးမတ္ကေတာ္ေတြေရာ၊ သာမန္အရပ္သူ အရပ္သားေတြေရာ အခ်စ္နဲ႔
ပတ္သက္ရင္ ကိုယ္ခံစားမိသလုိ ကဗ်ာလကၤာေတြ သီဖဲြ႕ခဲ့ၾကတာဟာ ဒီေန႔အထိပဲလို႔ ေျပာရမွာပါပဲဗ်ာ။ အဲ…
ရဟန္းေတာ္ေတြေတာင္ ပါလုိက္ေသးတယ္။ သူတို႔လည္း ပုထုဇဥ္ ရဟန္းပ်ိဳဘဝမွာမို႔ ထင္ပါရဲ႕ဗ်ာ။ ပုလဲတစ္တန္႔၊ သႏၲာတစ္တန္႔
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ေရးနည္းနဲ႔ ရွင္မဟာရ႒သာရ က…
ျမတ္မ်ိဳးျမင့္မွန္၊ ၾကင္ေပတန္္၍၊
႐ြယ္ရန္ရည္ရင့္၊ ဆင္တိုင္းတင့္သား၊
နတ္ႏွင့္ႏႈန္းႏွန္း၊ ဝင္းၿငိမ့္႐ႊန္း၍၊
လွလြန္းလြန္လွည့္၊ ငါးၾကန္ျပည့္ကို၊
ေဖ်ာ္ျဖည့္ေျဖေဖ်ာက္၊ ႀကိမ္ႀကိမ္ေလွ်ာက္လည္း၊
ျပစ္ေပ်ာက္ပ်ိဳ႕ပ်ိဳ႕၊ ျဖဴၿမိတ္စို႔ႏွင့္၊
သူသို႔ေသြသည္၊ ဟုတ္မည္မွန္ဘြယ္၊
ဝမ္းဝယ္ဝိုးဝါး၊ စိတ္လြင့္ပါး၍၊
ႀကိဳးၾကားႀကံကာ၊ ဂိမွာသန္ေဆာင္း၊
ေခ်ာင္းေခ်ာင္းခခ၊ ကာလရွည္ဖင့္
ၿမိဳးျမတ္ျမင့္သည္၊ လြမ္းလင့္လြန္လွည့္ ေလလိမ့္ေလာ။ ။
ေနမွိန္မွိန္၊
ဆင္ေဗာင္းေတာ္ ေ႐ႊပုသိမႏ
္ ွင့္၊
လာခ်ိန္တန္ေတာ့။
ထပ္ထပ္ကယ္ေမွ်ာ္၊
ျပႆာဒ္ေဆာင္ဘံုေပၚက၊
အႀကိဳေတာ္ သည္မယ္ေထာက္ရတယ္၊
ကိုးေခါက္ျပန္ေပါ့။ ။ ... ဆုိၿပီး ႏွစ္ဆစ္သျဖန္ေလးနဲ႔ တမ်ိဳး၊
ၾကာျခည္ရန္၊
နာရီျပန္ ဗဟိုၿငိတ္ပါေပါ့၊
ေမွးမွိတ္လို႔ စက္ပါေသာ္၊
ေရးမွ်မေပ်ာ္။
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လာႏိုးရယ္ေမွ်ာ္၊
ၾကာေမာ္ျမင့္ ေဆာင္ထီး။
ေ႐ႊေဘာေတာ္ တဉာဏ္ေပြလို႔၊
မလာေန တာေရွလွတာေၾကာင့္၊
ေတြးရခက္ႀကီး။ ။ ... ရယ္လို႔ ႀတိခ်ိဳးေလးနဲ႔ တဖံု အမ်ိဳးမ်ိဳး လြမ္းရရွာပါတယ္။
ကုမၼာရီ ႐ြယ္ဓေလ့ေပမုိ႔၊
ငယ္ကေလ့ ေဂါရီ၊
ဘယ္အေတြ႕ ေလာကီကို၊
ေဇာမသီခင္က၊
စပယ္ခက္ စံုႏွစ္ပင္မွာ၊
မငံုခင္ တုန္းကအစ။
ပန္းဒြါရ ဆင့္စီ၊
မပြင့္မွီ အခါက၊
က်င့္ဝသီ စာဂႏွင့္၊
ခါပထမ အ႐ြယ္၊
ငယ္သြားေတြ ေႂကြမလဲခင္က၊
ေမအျမဲ ခ်စ္ဖို႔ၾကံ႐ြယ္။
ကေလးစိတ္ဓါတ္မပ်ယ္၊
ခပ္ငယ္ငယ္ စာမတတ္ခင္က၊
ကညာနတ္ ေကာင္းမႈေပြလီ၊
ေတာင္းဆုေစတီ၊
စိတ္မွန္းႏွင့္ ေမေက်ာက္ခ်ီတယ္၊
ေသြေဖါက္ၿပီႏိုင္ဘု ဖ်ာ့ေလး။ ။
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ဒီလိုသီဖြဲ႕တဲ့ေနရာမွာ လူတန္းစားအလုိက္ အသံုးအႏႈန္းေတြကေတာ့ ကြာျခားသြားတယ္ဗ်။ ေတာ္ဝင္သူေတြကေတာ့
ထီးသံုးနန္းသံုးေတြနဲ႔ အခ်စ္ကိုဖဲြ႕ခဲ့သလို သာမန္အရပ္သားစာဆုိေတြကလည္း ခ်စ္သူရဲ႕အလွကို အခ်ဳပ္တန္းဆရာေဖက
“ေ႐ႊပဒံု ၾကာအခ်ပ္ကိုလ၊ ေလအဟုန္ လာ၍ ခတ္စဥ္က၊ ကညာနတ္ ထြက္ခဲ့တယ္ .... ” ဆုိၿပီးတစ္နည္း၊ ဆရာေၾကာ့က
“ႏုသားေတာ္ ဝါဝါညက္ကယ္ႏွင့္၊ ႐ႈစားေသာ္ ခါခါမက္ေစဘုိ႔၊ ကလ်ာသက္(ရယ္တဲ့)လွမ်က္မွန္ ...” ဆုိၿပီးတဖံု၊ အရပ္စကားနဲ႔
႐ိုးရိုးေလးေရးဖဲြ႕ခဲ့ၾကတာေပါ့ဗ်ာ။ ေတာင္တြင္းရွင္ၿငိမ္းမယ္ ရဲ႕ အုိင္ခ်င္းေတြလည္း ရွိပါ့ဗ်ာ။ သိပ္ရွည္သြားမွာစိုးလို႔
ေရးမျပေတာ့ပါဘူး။
ဟယ္ရီလင
ြ ္
If I were a Flower
Pan Pon Pyin
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If I were a Flower
Pan Pon Pyin
I thought if I were a flower, would I be heart broken when someone left me alone?
If I were a flower, would I be crying when all the expectations have gone away? I
don't think that I am as fragile or short-lived as a flower. Why are those teary eyes
shedding the juice of heart when I lose someone? I think the flowers would have
experienced that so many people just stopped and had a glance and then left. If
they cry for everyone who glance at them, will they still be beautiful?
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A flower does not bloom dedicating to someone like human beings that they can
decorate the earth more than other things. May be that is why they can give a radi-
ant of beauty, the glory of the earth that comes from the gallant act. Blooming of a
lower itself is adventurous effort being unknown about their future, whether they
will be picked up by someone or will they just wilt and die. They don't know who
will pick them up or what kind of intention that passerby will have. How they will
disappear is a puzzle but they still glow their lives to give out glory on the earth.
They come on to the earth without a fail. It is a small flower that has courage and
that glows with elegance.
I can't think why I am crying and cannot be brave like a flower. I live longer than a
flower and have plans in life. A flower does not come with a plan but with courage.
So, I have tears when my plans do not meet reality. If I were a flower, I will not cry and just give a beautiful
smile to fill the earth with my beauty.
However, these flowers in front of me were very beautiful that I stopped crying and gazed at them. They are
with similar range of colours. They have so many different shapes, colours and characters but they are equally
beautiful. If I were I flower, I will never compete with anyone or any flower because I am the daughter of the
earth and other flowers will be my siblings.
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အခ်စ္ဆိုသည္မွာ
ဟန္သစ္ၿငိမ္
အခ်စ္ဆိုသည္မွာ
ဟန္သစ္ၿငိမ္
ကိုသစ္။ ။ အဲဒီေတာ့…
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ေျပာတာျဖစ္မလား… မဟုတ္ရင္ အခ်စ္မွာ ဘာရွိမလဲ… တစံုတခုေတာ့ ရွိမွျဖစ္မွာ…
ကိုၿငိမ္။ ။ ေဟာဗ်ာ…
ကိုသစ္။ ။ အဲဗ်ာ…
မ်က္စိရွိတယ္လို႔ ေျပာလိုတာပဲလား…
အ + ခ + ် + စ + ္ = အခ်စ္
ခဏေလးၾကာမွ…
ကိုဟန္။ ။ သိပၸံက…
ကိုၿငိမ္။ ။ ေျပာဗ်ာ…´
မ်က္စိမ်ားပါရွိသည္ တဲ့…
ကိုဟန္။ ။ ထားဗ်ာ… လူေျပာမ်ားတာ တစ္ခုရွိေသးတယ္၊ ျမင္ျမင္ခ်င္းပဲ ခ်စ္မိတယ္၊ ခ်စ္ျခင္းအစ မ်က္စိက (Love at first
sight) ဆိုတာမ်ိဳးေပါ့…
ကိုသစ္။ ။ က်ဳပ္လည္း ၾကားဖူးတယ္… Eyes are the ambassador of love… မ်က္လံုးေတြဟာ အခ်စ္ရဲ႕ သံတမန္ေတြပဲတဲ့…
ကိုသစ္။ ။ က်ဳပ္က အဲလိုမထင္ဘူး၊ ခ်စ္ျခင္းအစ မ်က္စိကဆိုေတာ့… အခ်စ္သည္ အစ၌ မ်က္စိျဖင့္ပင္ ျဖစ္ေသာ္လည္း အဆံုး၌
ကိုဟန္္။ ။ ဂ်ာမန္စကားပံုတစ္ခုက ေျပာတာ… Love is not blind, it is merely doesn’t see… အခ်စ္ဟာ
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ကန္းေနျခင္းမဟုတ္ပါ၊ မျမင္႐ံုမွ်ေလးသာ တဲ့
ကိုၿငိမ္။ ။ အင္း…
ကိုဟန္။ ။ ေနာက္တစ္ခုက်ေတာ့ ဒီလို… Love is one eyed, but hatred is blind… အခ်စ္ဆိုတာ မ်က္လံုးတစ္လံုးရွိၿပီး
ကိုသစ္။ ။ အဲဗ်ာ…
ကိုဟန္။ ။ အာရဗီ စကားပံုတစ္ခုက… Love is the companion of blindness… အခ်စ္ဟာ မ်က္စိမျမင္ျခင္းရဲ႕ အေဖာ္ တဲ့…
သူ႔စာအုပ္တစ္အုပ္ထဲမွာ… Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind… အခ်စ္ဟာ မ်က္စိေတြနဲ႔ မၾကည့္ဘူး၊
ကိုဟန္္။ ။ အင္း… ဒီတစ္ခုက်ေတာ့ ဘာေျပာလဲဆိုေတာ့… Nothing is better than love in life… ဘဝမွာ
သူက စာရြက္ေပၚခ်ေရးလိုက္တယ္။
ကိုၿငိမ္။ ။ အဲဗ်ာ…
ကိုသစ္။ ။ ဟုတ္လား
ေမတၱာျဖင့္
ဟန္သစ္ၿငိမ္
ဆိုေတာ့ကာ အခ်စ္ျဖစ္သည္
မိုးလိႈင္ည
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ဆိုေတာ့ကာ အခ်စ္ျဖစ္သည္
မိုးလိႈင္ည
ဘယ္သူမွလည္းတတ္ေျမာက္မသြားရွာဘူး… စကားလုံးမ်ား…
ေပ်ာ္ရဲ႕လားလုိ႔ မေရမရာေမးခြန္းမ်ဳိးကုိ
သံသရာဆြဲဆန္႔လုိ႔ ႐ုတ္တရက္ေခါင္းၿငိမ့္လုိက္သလုိမ်ဳိး
ဘယ္ေလာက္ပင္ရွည္ရွည္
ရင္အုံထဲထုိးခတ္သြားတဲ့ မာလာေဆာင္ အရြယ္သုံးပါးစလုံး
အိပ္မက္ဆုိးေတြအတြက္ အျပင္းအထန္မွီဝဲခ်င္
တစ္ေရးႏုိးမွ ထငုိရတဲ့ နတ္ေဆးတစ္မယ္
ကုိေပါ…
ဝီစကီခပ္ျပင္းျပင္းတစ္ခြက္ကုိ
ေဆာ္ဒါမပါဘဲ ေမာ့လုိက္ရသလုိ
ဘဝတစ္ခုလုံး ပူျပင္းရွတရီေဝသြားတဲ့အျဖစ္ကုိ
ဆုိေတာ့မယ္…. အခ်စ္လုိ႔….။
မုိးလႈိင္ည
အခ်စ္ဖြဲ႕
ပန္ဒိုရာ
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အခ်စ္ဖြဲ႕
ပန္ဒိုရာ
ပန္ဒိုရာ
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Something is Better than Nothing
Awemyine
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Something is better than Nothing
Awemyine
Let’s talk about love. That’s all I have in my mind right now. What else, if not? Life?
Buddha's teachings? Why do I want to follow Buddha’s teachings, anyway? Love? Is
this the same word which has been used to describe the kind of true passion
blessed by Buddha?
First of all, I asked this question to myself: “Do I really love myself?”
This really is a difficult question for me, but I would simply answer “Yes”, without
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any logical reason.
Thinking of references, the first book which would come into my mind is “Seven
Habits”. True North? What is it? What does it mean by To Live, To Learn, To Love,
To leave legacy, then what? I don’t really understand it completely. I started off
well, but I have been getting confused along the way. Sometimes I can’t even an-
swer this simple question: “What is your purpose in life?”, can you?
If you have already got married by any chance, and if you have got kids, and as-
suming that you love them as normal parents do, I’d assume your answer:
“Oh…my kids are my purpose in life. I’ve got to feed them, educate them, make
them happy., etc”.
But does it really make sense? For me, well, I could, kind of understand it, though I am not so sure about it.
There is a difference between giving up half way, and reaching to the top and going down again.
Sense of accomplishment?
On the other hand, not always, but “purpose” is also important. My father wanted me to memorize this
quote: “If you do not get what you want, it means you do not really want it, or you are trying to bargain over
the price”. If you do not know where you are going, you might end up somewhere you won’t even know.
Do all these answer the question?
OK, so what? Got distracted by goals in life, great ambitions, etc? Where is love then? Going back to the same
question, “Do you really love yourself?” Please answer…
Awemyine
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ၾကယ္သူေလးရဲ႕ စကား
နန္းညီ
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ၾကယ္သူေလးရဲ႕ စကား
နန္းညီ
ဟိုးေကာင္းကင္ႀကီးေပၚမွာ
ညဘက္ဆို
ၾကယ္ေလးေတြအစီအရီ လင္းလက္လာတဲ့အခါ
ပံုျပင္ေလးတစ္ပုဒ္
ဒီလိုျဖစ္လာသတဲ့..
အဲဒီ ၾကယ္ေရာင္ေကာင္းကင္ႀကီးထဲက
ၾကယ္သူမေလးတစ္ေယာက္က ေျပာတယ္
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“အဲဒီလူအတြက္
ခဏတာေလးပဲျဖစ္ျဖစ္
ေသးေသးေကြးေကြး လင္းခ်င္းႏိုင္ဖို႔
ကၽြန္မကိုယ္ကၽြန္မ ေလာင္ကၽြမ္းခံေနတာပါ”.. တဲ့
“မိုက္မဲလိုက္တာကြယ္”.. လို႔
လမင္းႀကီးက ေျပာတဲ့အခါ
ၾကယ္သူမေလးက ျပံဳးေလရဲ႕
“ေကာင္းကင္ကို သူေမာ့ၾကည့္တိုင္း
တျခားၾကယ္ေတြအမ်ားႀကီးကိုလည္း
သူေတြ႕မွာပါပဲ” တဲ့
“ဟုတ္တယ္”
ကိုယ္ေပၚမွာ ေတာက္ေလာင္ေနတဲ့
အဲဒီ မီးလွ်ံေတြကို ပိုမိုကၽြမ္းေလာင္ေစလိုက္ရင္း
ၾကယ္သူေလးက ေျဖတယ္..
“တခါတရံေရာက္လာတတ္တဲ့
အၾကည့္တစ္ခ်က္ေလးေတြကိုပဲ
တမက္တေမာ ရွိလွပါၿပီ”
ၿပီးေတာ့ သူ ျပံဳးလိုက္ျပန္တယ္..
ဒီလိုနဲ႔
တေန႔တျခား
သူ႔ကိုယ္ေပၚက မီးေတာက္ေတြ
အရွိန္ေလ်ာ့ ပ်က္ျပယ္လာေနရင္း
ေနာက္ဆံုးတစ္ေန႔မွာေတာ့
ၾကယ္သူမေလးဟာ ေကာင္းကင္ေပၚကေန
မွိန္ေဖ်ာ့ ေပ်ာက္ကြယ္သြားေတာ့တယ္..
ၾကည့္ေနက်အတိုင္း
ၾကည့္တာပါပဲ
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ဒါေပမဲ့
ခါတိုင္းနဲ႔မတူတာ ဘာေၾကာင့္လဲလို႔
ေကာင္ေလးက ေတြးေနရင္း
“ၾကယ္ တစ္လံုးလုံးမ်ား ေလ်ာ့ေနသလားမသိဘူး” တဲ့
ေကာင္ေလးစကားကို လွမ္းၾကားလိုက္တဲ့
လမင္းႀကီးက
အသိမွတ္ျပဳစကားေလးကို
မၾကားသြားရရွာတဲ့ ၾကယ္သူမေလးအစား
နင့္နင့္သည္းသည္း
ငိုေႂကြးလိုက္ေတာ့သတဲ့ကြယ္.. ..
နန္းညီ
ဗန္႔ဂိုးေကာ္ဖီ
ညီလင္းဆက္
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ဗန္႔ဂိုးေကာ္ဖီ
ညီလင္းဆက္
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တယ္။ မွတ္မွတ္ရရ သူ သူ႔ပံုတူကို ျပန္ဆြဲေနတာ။ သူက တူလား ေမးေတာ့ မတူဘူးလု႔ို
ကၽြန္ေတာ္ ေျဖလိုက္တယ္။ မတူဘူးလား ဆိုေတာ့ တူတယ္လို႔ စိတ္အား ထက္သန္စြာ ေျပာလိုက္
မိတယ္။ ခင္ဗ်ား ႏႈတ္ခမ္းေမြးေတြ ရိတ္လိုက္ပါလားလို႔ ကၽြန္ေတာ္္က ေျပာေတာ့ သူေခါင္းကို
တြင္တြင္ ခါတယ္။ ငါ့ပါးစပ္ေတြကို ဖံုးကြယ္ ထားပါရေစတဲ့။ အင္း ဒါလည္း ဟုတ္ေနတာပဲ။
ညီလင္းဆက္
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ေမွ်ာ္လင့္ျခင္းအေၾကာင္း
ေတဇာ (လေရာင္လမ္း)
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ေမွ်ာ္လင့္ျခင္းအေၾကာင္း
ေတဇာ (လေရာင္လမ္း)
(၁)
တစ္ခုမွ မေရရာသူမို႔လည္း
အရာရာကို ေမွ်ာ္လင့္ေနႏိုင္တာေပါ့
တစ္ေန႔မွာ…
ပန္းလည္းပြင့္မယ္ ေနလည္းသာမယ္
သက္တန္႔ေလးေတာင္ ျဖာခ်င္ျဖာေနဦးမယ္
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မိုးေလဝသခန္႔မွန္းခ်က္ေတြ ပိတ္လိုက္ကြယ္။
[1]
Nothing is in certainty
It enables me to hope everything
someday,
It shall be in blossom and sunshine
Even rainbow might lie ahead
Please stop the weather forecasts.
(၂)
ပံုျပင္အရဆို
ေမခလာေရာက္သင့္ေနပါၿပီ
ဇြဲရွိသေယာင္ သ႐ုပ္ေဆာင္ေနတာ
ဇြဲေကာင္းလြန္းလွတယ္
ေမွ်ာ္လင့္ခ်က္မရွိသေယာင္
ဟန္မေဆာင္တတ္ခဲ့တာ တစ္ခုပဲ
ပင္လယ္ဆိုေတာ့လည္း က်ယ္သားပဲေလ။
[2]
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According to the myth
Maykhala should be seen now
I act as I have perseverance,
with great perseverance
I but fail to pretend that
I have no hope
Isn't the very ocean broad.
ေတဇာ (လေရာင္လမ္း)
By the Sea
Khine Soe Lung
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By the Sea
Khine Soe Lung
I got out of the airport building and found a taxi. The driver was a tough man in his
late 40 or something with a sun burned face and stout hands. “Where shall i send
you, Sir?” he asked. And I said "Any hotel by the beach”. Then he set off soon I got
into the car. I started to fall asleep when I heard the driver’s “there the sea”. I nod-
ded without looking at what he was pointing. “How do you feel seeing abroad sea
right in front or you?” He asked. “nothing”, I murmured. The driver gave me a
glance and didn’t say anything more till we got to a hotel. “Here we are” he said
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turning the car into the hotel’s entrance. I gave him the amount he said and went
to the receptionists.
“Did you make booking?” inquired a lady with a big scary grin. “No” I said. She
checked in her computer and asked me “there will be superior room only, is that
fine?” I said 'okay' and the lady made some check-in procedure asking me some
questions I couldn’t stand like my name, my passport number, and my check out
date, to which I didn’t give her answer and a boy ushered me to a bungalow.
“have a nice stay” the boy said placing my luggage on a table and he left giving me
a grin which was as scary as that of the receptionist. Why all people saying unnec-
essary things with disgusting smiles all the time? I lied on the king-sized bed think-
ing the bed was not needed to be that big for me alone. Then I soon fell asleep.
I woke up with some noise right above my head. I saw three teenagers twittering while they were running
with colourful child play balls in their hands when I removed the thick curtain without getting up from bed.
What made them that happy? Didn’t they know they could face some danger one day? I wondered if they
would be able to laugh like that then. I regretted as I laughed in the same way.
The bath room was shining with modernized amenities. I gave a single look at them with full hatred. I filled
the tub with cool water and immersed myself in it. I wanted to fall asleep again. “Don’t you love me, honey?”
Bull shit. Why were these memories of mine fucking me well? I hated them. I hated all. Couldn’t I stay away
from these? Couldn’t I forget everything? What the fuck is love? Why on earth did I think I loved some peo-
ple? Is it needed in life? Well is life needed too? I made a hard shut to my eyes and put my head at the edge
of the bath tub. “I beg you, honey. Marry me please”. Fuck You, I murmured.
******
I was lying on the sand. I felt some waves wetting my back, which was not covered with a piece of cloth as
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usual and the water crawling under it like insects. I remember some lyric I composed. What was that?
“Crescent land, I want to be back-on your sand to lie down still and flag-that is always my heart wants when-
ever it feels worn out torn out- crescent land, lead me to you at once, in your hand to leave my life to chance-
life will someday light trust hunt together with freedom and honour” aha. Freedom? Honour? What are these?
I was still but not yet flag and life hadn’t shown me anything with anything. I didn’t know why I wrote that
lyric, which I didn’t understand well. And my friend even found some crazy melody and sang it. He told me it
was very nice. I even thought those lyrics were nice and people who listened to it applauded them.
I turned over my body as the sun was shining too bright and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I could see the sea,
which was appealing me and I suddenly even felt I like it. I accepted it seemed beautiful with silvery heads
and clear water.
You could even think the water was blue if you looked at it. But it’s not really blue and not clean, moreover
there can be some poisonous creatures hiding in it. And you know how cruel the waves become when there is
a storm? They are just covering their ugliness assuming themselves very mild and lovely. They will show you
no mercy when they don’t want. Have you ever heard how they scream at night when they are wild? I spent
my childhood nights admiring their roar and falling asleep listening to them. “you will have to come back be-
fore the 27th. We will have an important meeting as you know”. Go. Go way. What if I stop working?
A group of hermits were coming near me. I saw they were carrying others’ shell and looked heavy. I couldn’t
understand why they were living in groups. Almost every living thing in the world seems to live in groups.
There were groups of people. Some were surfing. Some boys were playing football on the sand. And a young
couple was on the bikes with their hand holding each other. They would fall down as they are handling the
bikes with only one hand, I thought. But they didn’t. I came back to the hotel when the sun turned to orange.
I found the door bolted inside and i was unable to open by unlocking. What’s wrong? I checked the surround-
ing with a thought if I were at the wrong room. No. Impossible as I had stayed here for 4 days. I was right. I
found the door suddenly ajar and saw a familiar figure inside.
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******
Susan was moving, leaning on my shoulder as if she were being pulled or pushed by something. She was
wearing one of the country shirts I bought her. But she looked a bit strange though I had seen her uncount-
able times in them. Oops. She was not wearing jean pants as usual. She was in some ugly loose pants.
I suddenly felt annoyed with her hair, which was beating my face hard very often and sometime even hurting
my eyes. “Will you tie your hair with something?” I said. Then she stopped moving and tied it with a rubber
strip found in her pocket.
Susan slowly sat down on the sand. I also sat down trying to be too close to her and she was holding my
hands and rubbing my fingers with her eyes staring at the sea. But she didn’t seem to see anything in the
front. I could see a high wave coming to us.
Then I saw a range of tears creeping like two snakes on her cheeks. Was she crying? I could find no word to
soothe her though I knew I should do. So I stayed silent gazing at the sea. I heard her sobbing, which was
really annoying.
A few minutes later she wiped the tears and looked at me trying to smile in vain. “Let’s build a lovely family,
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dear. I will try my best to make you happy. Okay?” She asked and kissed my forehead. I knew she was trying
to allure me. Then she kissed my lips. The kiss was not strong. Not like the ones I always liked. But long and I
felt stuffy. I could die if she would continue like this.
I removed her face with both hands and looked at her eyes. She was still crying.
“Don’t. Please stop crying”. I whispered. I softly wiped her tears. “Shall we go to town to look around?”
“I don’t want to” she answered.
“I will buy you chocolate ice cream, umm?”
“I no longer like it”.
“What do you like then? I will buy you all you like. Okay?”
She shook her head.
“Remember we went to Barli? We built sand palaces, remember? Shall we make something like that now?”
She was keeping silent. Nothing like the Susan I knew.
“So tell me. What shall I do for you? I will do everything you say. Just stop crying and sitting like an ill girl.” I
said. She gave a strange look at me.
“you don’t need to do anything. Let’s just get married.” She said.
“Arr I have told you several times I don’t want to get married. Let’s just stay like this. Isn’t it fun?”
She replied “not anymore”.
“Come on. I know you like it. Shall we go back to the room?”
“Will you stop talking like a fool?” She said in an impatient tone.
“Aren’t you a good girl? Are you naughty? I thought you were a very clever girl.”
“I am not a girl anymore. I will be a mother soon”.
The subject I was trying to stay away all the time came back again.
“Okay. You don’t need to be mother. Okay? Let’s just do something to it. Okay?”
“Honey, we have tried all possible ways, haven’t we? But what when nothing works?”
“But we still have the last chance, don’t we?”
“Do want me to die or what? Don’t you know how dangerous it is?”
“No, it is not that dangerous. I know many girls have done it”. I tried to assured her. “let’s just go town or to
a nearby hospital to find someone who will do it. Okay?”
“Honey, I am afraid. And I am ashamed too.”
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“No. there is nothing to be ashamed and it is not dangerous either. Or shall I go find someone and you stay at
the hotel?”
She said nothing and sitting till it was very dark. I had to accompany her though I was very hungry.
******
I was lying on the king-sized bed, which I now found useful, awake. I heard Susan sobbing till midnight. I was
afraid it would sore her eyes would look ugly in the morning. I could hear the waves moving gently to the
shore. I put my arm on Susan’s waist. I could feel her womb, which was a bit fat now. She was falling asleep.
I could see her face by the dim chamber bulb. She seemed to be very sad even when she was sleeping. Don’t
I love her? I thought I did and I still do. And is it really dangerous? Can she die? Can I let her die?
Then shall I end my life like this? Getting married with her and bringing up kids? And what will happen later?
Will I find a young beautiful girl with the same age with a son of ours and marry her when Susan becomes old
and no longer beautiful like my dad did? And what will Susan do? Will she go abroad leaving all the children in
the hands of the step mother? And our kids will have to be like stray dogs as I was?
Or will Susan first find some more handsome guy with better properties and qualification than me, like the
previous ones I had met and made love did? Well, there must not be anything like love. I just must have
thought there was. I was not sure if I would love Susan and all other girls I met if they were very ugly or if
they hadn’t coaxed me with something.
I started to hate children since the day my dad called me at hostel and informed his new wife had given birth
to a girl. I had seen her when she visited me with dad. She even tried to get my affection giving big smiles
directly to my eyes and trying to kiss my hands. She called me “Big bro”, which I found very bitter.
“honey?”
“Arr wake up? Good morning.”
Susan smiled and hugged me.
“A have decided to do what you want me to do.” Oops it really was good morning. I kissed her.
“I know you are a clever girl.”
“Honey?”
“Umm?”
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“I love you. More than I thought. More than I could love anyone.”
I kissed her again.
“come get up. Let’s go find someone”
She nodded.
“I love you so much. I don’t care if I will die”.
“no, you cannot die. Okay? It will be all fine. Okay? Don’t worry, honey.”
******
It was a shining day with soft breeze. It had been 6 days after all finished and we were strolling on the shore.
She was leaning on my shoulder. Her long soft hair was tied up with a clip beautified with sea shells. She was
slow but I could see her lovely smile with sharp eyes which always made my heart beat. She appeared all
clear in mind now.
“Honey?”
“Yes?”
“I cannot die, can I?”
“No, cannot. Why will you die?”
“Honey?”
“Umm”
“Why didn’t you tell me you would come here?”
“Just as I wanted to be alone.”
“Then I must go”
“No. no. I don’t want to be alone any more”
“Honey?”
“Yes?”
“You didn’t keep your promise”
“Yeah? Which one?”
“You said you will buy me chocolate ice cream”.
“Arr I see. I thought you said you no longer like it”.
“I lied”
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“Bad girl”
We laughed and set off to the restaurant. There she had two big scoops of chocolate ice cream and I drank
beer. A group of young girls were looking at us and saying something and laughing. Life seemed to be fine for
me now. I tried to laugh aloud though I didn’t know what would happen to me next.
တခ်ိဳ႕အခ်စ္ေတြက ရယ္စရာေကာင္းတယ္
မယ္ကိုး
တခ်ိဳ႕အခ်စ္ေတြက ရယ္စရာေကာင္းတယ္
မယ္ကိုး
သမုဒယ…
ဒီေဝါဟာရဟာ ေသခါနီးလူရင္က ပြင့္ထက
ြ ္လာတဲ့ စကားမို႔ ရယ္ရႊင္ဖြယ္ေကာင္းလြန္းရဲ႕။
အသိတရားရသင့္ၿပီ။ တရားရိပ္ခိုကာ ၿငိမ္းေအးရာ ရွာသင့္ၿပီတဲ့လား။
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ေခါင္းမာမိုက္မဲျခင္းရယ္သာ။
“ကၽြန္မ ေသသြားရင္ သရဲလာေျခာက္မယ္ သိလား။ အဲဒီအခါက် ယံုမယ္မဟုတ္လား ...” ဆိုေတာ့ ေရွးဘဝ ေနာက္ဘဝေတြကို
လည္း လက္မခံတဲ႔သူက “လာခဲ႔ ။ ဖမ္းၿပီး ျပတိုက္ ပို႔ပစ္မယ္....” တဲ့။ ကၽြန္မ ႏွလံုးခုန္ရပ္သြားခဲ႔ေလသလား။ ျဖစ္ႏိုင္ေျခမ်ား
သားပင္။
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သူ မေခ်ာ့ပါ။ ဝမ္းသာအားရလ်စ္လ်ဴ႐ႈေနေလရဲ႕။ ကၽြန္မကေတာ့ ထိုသို႔ေဝးေနတဲ႔အခုိက္မွာ ရင္ကြဲေတာ့မလားပင္ မွတ္ထင္ေနမိ
ခဲ့တာရယ္။ ဟိုအရင္ကေတာ့ ကၽြန္မလည္း သူ႔လုိပင္ ႏွလံုးသားမာေက်ာေပေတခဲ့သူပါ။ ဒါေပမဲ့
လို႔ လြန္ခဲ႔တဲ႔ ႏွစ္ႏွစ္က ကဗ်ာေရးခဲ႔တဲ႔ ကၽြန္မဟာ သူနဲ႔ ဆံုၿပီးေနာက္ မယံုႏိုင္ေလာက္ေအာင္ ေျပာင္းလဲခဲ့ၿပီ။ ဗာဂ်ီးနီးယားဝုဖ္ *
တို႔ ဆီလ္ဗီယာပလာသ့္ ** တို႔ကို အားက်ခဲ့သူဟာ အခုေနေသေစလို႔ တန္ခိုးရွင္တစ္ပါးက အမိန္႔ခ်ရင္ေတာင္ ေပ်ာ္ေပ်ာ္ရႊင္ရႊင္
မနာယူႏိုင္ေတာ့။
မယ္ကိုး
The Sound from the Cliff
Han Thit Nyeim
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The Sound From the Cliff
Han Thit Nyeim
He felt the wind was passing through and over him. The mountain was also cold
and chilly with unsteady breeze. It was hard for him to see the environment due to
the hazy fog. He knew that there was a deep cliff far in front of him. Soon, there
would be a sound coming from that mere cliff. He had never been there but he felt
as if he had been there.
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The sky was obscure with dark clouds. But it did not seem that it would rain. The
sun did not seem to exist at that time. Whether there was the sun or not does not
matter, it was so bewildered for him to see around. The ambient condition looked
vague but it was not like the night time either. Soon, a sound would come out from
the cliff. He had never been there but he felt as if he had been there.
He felt that he was surrounded by lots of trees. Those trees were like the trees
from the rainforest. It was rather difficult to guess the height of those trees. It
seemed that they were taller than he thought since he could not see the top. The
weather was quite humid because of the surrounding trees. Soon, a sound would
come out from the cliff in front of him. He had never been there but he felt as if he
had been there.
He felt that there was a deep cliff in front of him. He also felt that the distance be-
tween him and the cliff was not that far. Whether the cliff was far or near does not matter, it looked so be-
witched for him to jump ahead. It seemed that he might float in the forceful wind coming out from the cliff.
Soon, he would hear a sound coming out from that cliff. He had never been there but he felt as if he had been
there.
He knew that there would be a sound coming out from the cliff. He knew that it was the sound of an opposite
sex. Whether the voice was sweet or harsh, it indeed was a sound with powerful, touching and caring aura.
That sound had yet to hear, he knew that it surely would come out. He had never been there but he felt as if
he had been there.
He believed that there would be a sound coming from that mere cliff.
With Love
Han Thit Nyeim
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စကၠဴပုတီး
ပန္ဒိုရာ
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စကၠဴပုတီး
ပန္ဒိုရာ
ကမာၻႀကီး မပ်က္သုဥ္းခင္
တေန႔ေန႔ေပါ့
မင္းလုပ္ေပးမယ့္ စကၠဴပုတီးေလး
လည္မွာဆြဲထားမယ့္ေန႔
အေရာင္စံု စိုလက္ေတာက္ပစြာ
အႀကီးအေသး မညီမညာ
မင္းသီကံုးလိုက္တဲ့အခါ
ေတာပန္းေရာင္စံုေတြၾကားက
လိပ္ျပာေတြေတာင္ ေငးသြားၾကမယ္
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ျမက္ခင္းစိမ္းေပၚမွာ
ေျခဗလာထိုင္ဆင္း ကဗ်ာရြတ္ရင္း
ေန႔အလင္းကို ညခ်ဥ္းကပ္လာရင္
လေရာင္ကိုေခၚတဲ့သီခ်င္း မင္းကညည္းဆို
ၾကယ္ျဖဴရိပ္မာွ ေလညင္းခ်ိဳ
တိမ္ညိဳမည္း မိုးေတြသည္းလာတဲ့အခါ
ေျခဦးတည့္ရာ သံစဥ္ဆက္ရွာၾက
လက္ဖဝါးေတြပင့္ေျမႇာက္ မိုးေပါက္ၾကားမွာ ကခုန္
သတိတရ ငံု႔ၾကည့္လိုက္ေတာ့
ေဟာ…
ငါ့စကၠဴပုတီးေလးလည္း အရည္ေပ်ာ္ေနပါေလေရာ
ငါ… ငိုေႂကြးမွာေပါ့
ၿပီးေတာ့… ငါတို႔ ရယ္ေမာလိုက္ၾကမယ္။
ပန္ဒိုရာ
အာ႐ံုသိ အတုမ်ား
ညိဳမင္းခ
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အာ႐ံုသိ အတုမ်ား
ညိဳမင္းခ
၁။
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ထည့္သြင္းမထားရေသးခင္ မိုးရြာတတ္ေသာေန႔လည္မ်ားကို အိပ္မက္၌ေတြ႕ဆံုေနရသည္။
ေတြ႕ဖူးျမင္ဖူးေသာအရိပ္တစ္ခုကို ညစဥ္ေစာင့္ၾကည့္၏။ ေတြ႕သည္။ ျမင္သည္။ သို႔ေသာ္
မေတြ႕မျမင္ရပါ။ အနာအဆာမဲ့တဲ့ ဒီလိုၾကယ္စံုညမ်ားတြင္ ေဝဝါးရ၏။
သူမသည္ သဒၵါငယ္ျဖစ္သည္။
သူမအေၾကာင္း အနည္းငယ္သိသည္။
သူမကို ေက်ာင္းအသြားအျပန္လိုက္ၾကည့္ဖူးသည္။
သူမကို သဒၵါငယ္လို႔ကိုယ့္ဘာသာနာမည္ေပးထားျခင္းျဖစ္သည္။
သူမအေၾကာင္းကိုကိုယ့္ဘာသာအေကာင္းဘက္မွေတြးထားျခင္းျဖစ္သည္။
သူမကိုေက်ာင္းအသြားအျပန္လိုက္ၾကည့္ဖူးေပမဲ့ သူမမွန္းမေသခ်ာပါ။
သူမသည္ အိမ္ေရွ႕အိမ္မွအရိပ္ျဖစ္သည္။
သူမသည္ အိမ္ေရွ႕အိမ္မွအရိပ္ကေလးတစ္ခုျဖစ္သည္။
သူမ၏အရိပ္ကို ဂစ္တာတီးေသာညမ်ားတြင္ ေတြ႕ရတတ္သည္။
၂။
၃။
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၄။
79
က မလိုလားအပ္မႈမ်ားကို တစတစေရွာင္ၾကဥ္လာၾကသည္။ အလိုလိုက္ျခင္းမဟုတ္ပါ။ အလိုက္အထိုက္ေနတတ္
လာၾကျခင္းျဖစ္သည္။ ႐ူးေကာင္းလို႔ ႐ူးေနသူလို႔ထင္ျမင္ေနၾကဆဲျဖစ္သည္။ မယံုၾကည္နိုင္ေသးသူမ်ား ညဘက္ဂစ္တာအတူ
လာတီးၾကည့္သည္။ ျပစ္တင္ကဲ့ရဲ႕ၾကသည္။ အရိပ္ကိုျမင္ၾကသူမ်ားက ျဖစ္သည္။ အားမလိုအားမရျခင္းတစ္မ်ိဳးပင္။
သဒၵါငယ္သည္ သဒၵါငယ္ပင္ျဖစ္ေနျပီလားသိခ်င္၏။
၅။
၆။
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အရိပ္သည္ သဒၵါငယ္ဟုဘာသာေခၚျခင္းခံရသူျဖစ္သည္။
အရိပ္သည္ ယံုၾကည္စရာေကာင္းေသာ ညခင္းမ်ားတြင္ရိွတတ္သည္။
ယမင္း႐ုပ္ခပ္ႀကီးႀကီးတစ္ခုျဖစ္သည္။
ထိုမွာအေၾကာင္းရင္းပင္။
ယမင္း႐ုပ္ခပ္ႀကီးႀကီးတစ္ခုျဖစ္သည္။
ထိုမွာအေၾကာင္းရင္းပင္။
၇။
သူမသည္ သဒၵါငယ္ျဖစ္သည္။
သူမအေၾကာင္းအနည္းငယ္သိသည္။
သူမကိုေက်ာင္းအသြားအျပန္ လိုက္ၾကည့္ဖူးသည္။
သူမကိုသဒၵါငယ္လို႔ ကိုယ့္ဘာသာနာမည္ေပးထားျခင္းျဖစ္သည္။
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သူမအေၾကာင္းကို ကိုယ့္ဘာသာအေကာင္းဘက္မွေတြးထားျခင္းျဖစ္သည္။
သူမကို ေက်ာင္းအသြားအျပန္လိုက္ၾကည့္ဖူးေပမဲ့ သူမမွန္းမေသခ်ာပါ။
သူမသည္ အိမ္ေရွ႕အိမ္မွအရိပ္ျဖစ္သည္။
သူမသည္ အိမ္ေရွ႕အိမ္မွ အရိပ္ကေလးတစ္ခုျဖစ္သည္။
သူမ၏အရိပ္ကို ဂစ္တာတီးေသာညမ်ားတြင္ ေတြ႕ရတတ္သည္။
သူမသည္ ဧည့္ခန္းထဲတြင္ထားရေသာ ခပ္လွလွယမင္း႐ုပ္ႀကီးတစ္ခုျဖစ္သည္။
သူမသည္ မီးထြန္းထားေသာအခါ အခန္းဆီး၌ အရိပ္တစ္ခုအျဖစ္ျမင္ရသည္။
သူမသည္...
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ညိဳမင္းခ
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အခ်စ္ႏွင့္ ပတ္သက္သည္
ခိုင္စိုးလင္း
အခ်စ္ႏွင့္ပတ္သက္သည္
ခိုင္စိုးလင္း
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ကၽြန္မ အာႏိုးကို ေခါင္းညိတ္ျပလိုက္သည္။
“စက္ဘီးေနပူေနတယ္ ေသာ့ေပး”
“ကိုသူရိန္က ေသာက္ေသးတာလား”
“ဟဟ ေန႔တိုင္းေသာက္ေနတာပါပဲေလ”
ကၽြန္မျပံဳးလိုက္ျပန္သည္။ အာႏိုးက ကိုမ်ိဳးထြန္းအတြက္ လက္ဖက္ရည္ႏွင့္ လန္ဒန္လာခ်ေပးသည္။
“အစ္မ ျပန္ေတာ့မယ္ဆို” အာႏိုးက ေမးသည္။
“ဟုတ္တယ္ လိုက္မလား”
“လိုက္ခ်င္တာေပါ့ဗ် ႏိုင္ငံျခားမေရာက္ေတာင္ ရန္ကုန္ေလာက္ေတာ့ လိုက္ခ်င္တယ္”
“လိုက္ခဲ့ေလ တကယ္ေျပာတာ အစ္မက ရန္ကန
ု ္မွာ သံုးပတ္ေလာက္ ၾကာဦးမွာ”
“ခြင့္ေတြက ရလွခ်ည္လား”
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“အလုပ္ထက
ြ ္လာတာ”
“ဟာ ဟုတ္လား ကိုယ္က ခြင့္ယူၿပီး ျပန္လာလည္တယ္ပဲ ထင္ေနတာ”
ကိုမ်ိဳးထြန္းကို ႏွာေခါင္း႐ႈံျပလိုက္သည္။ ေဘးဘက္စားပြဲမွာ လူသံုးေယာက္ဝင္ထိုင္သည္။
“အစ္ကိုတို႔ ဘာမွာမလဲ”
အာႏိုးက ထိုဝိုင္းကိုကူးသြားၿပီး ေျပာသည္။
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လူသြားလူလာ သိပ္မရွိ။
“တစ္ခုေတာ့ ေျပာမယ္ေနာ္ ၿပီးမွ ေနာင္တမရနဲ႔”
“ဘာကိုတုန္းဟင္”
“ေၾသာ္ ျပန္ဖို႔ လုပ္ထားၿပီးမွ လက္မွတ္အသည္းအသန္ ေနာက္ဆုတ္တာကို ေျပာတာပါ”
“ဒီလိုပါပဲ နည္းနည္း ဆက္ေနခ်င္စိတ္ေပါက္လာလို႔ ရန္ကုန္မွာလည္း သံုးပတ္ႀကီးမ်ားေတာင္ ပ်င္းစရာ”
“ဟိုကို ျပန္သြားေလ အလုပ္ထပ္ရွာရဦးမယ္မလား”
“ေနာက္အလုပ္တစ္ခုက ရၿပီးသား လာခ်င္လို႔ကို အလုပသ
္ စ္ကို တမင္ခြာၿပီး အခ်ိန္ယူထားတာ”
“ႀကိဳးစားပါ့ကြယ္ ဟားဟား ကိုသူရိန္ကံေကာင္းပါတယ္”
ကၽြန္မသည္ အသံက်ယ္က်ယ္ရယ္လိုက္သည္။
“ကိုသူရိန္က ကိုယ္နဲ႔ ပတ္သက္ရတာကို ကံေကာင္းတယ္လို႔ ထင္မယ္မဟုတ္ဘူး”
“ထင္မွာပါ ကိုသူရိန္က အဲလိုပဲေလ သူ႔အေၾကာင္းလည္း သိသားနဲ႔ ဘယ္တုန္းက သူဘာျဖစ္ေနတယ္ ဘယ္လိုခံစားရတယ္
ဆိုတာ ေျပာဖူးလို႔လဲ”
“ဒါေတာ့ ဟုတ္ပါတယ္ ဒါေပမဲ့ တခါတခါ ေျပာဖို႔ လိုအပ္တယ္ မဟုတ္ရင္ အခ်ိန္ေတြက မလိုအပ္ဘဲ ကုန္သြားတာ
ႏွေျမာဖို႔ေကာင္းတယ္ ဆယ့္ငါးႏွစ္ အခ်ိန္ျဖဳန္းခဲ့ၿပီးၿပီေလ”
“အဲဒါ ကိုသူရိန္႔ကို ေတြ႕ရင္ ေသခ်ာေျပာျပ”
“အမွန္တိုင္းေျပာရရင္ သိပ္ကိုတြယ္တာတယ္ထင္ခဲ့တာေတြလည္း ေတြ႕ဖူးပါတယ္ ေယာက္်ားေတာ္ေတာ္မ်ားမ်ားနဲ႔လည္း
ကန္ေတာ့ပါရဲ႕ တူတူအိပ္ဖူးတယ္ ဆက္ခ္စ္ကိစၥကိုလည္း ေတာ္ေတာ္သေဘာက်ခဲ့တယ္ ဒါေပမဲ့ ၾကာလာေတာ့ေလ
အဲဒါေတြကိုလည္း ကိုယ္ခႏၶာကသာ သာယာတာ စိတ္က ဖီးလ္မလာေတာ့ျပန္ဘူး ဒါၿပီးဒါလာမယ္ဆိုတာႀကီးက သမာ႐ိုးက်လို
ခံစားလာရတယ္ ဘာမွမထူးဆန္းတာႀကီးလို ျမင္လာတယ္ ဒါကိုပဲ တပ္မက္ေနတာကို ကိုယ့္ဘာသာ အျမင္ကတ္လာတယ္
ကိုယ့္ဘာသာ ဆက္ခ္စ္စက္႐ုပ္လို ခံစားလာရေရာ ၿပီးေတာ့ ပ်င္းလာတယ္ တကယ္က စုလိုခ်င္တာ လြန္ခဲ့တဲ့ ဆယ့္ငါးႏွစ္က
ကိုသူရိန္႔အေပၚမွာ ထားခဲ့တဲ့ ႐ိုမန္႔စ္မ်ိဳးပဲ ဒါဟာ ဘယ္ေတာ့မွ မပ်က္ျပယ္ဘူးလို႔ ထင္တယ္ေလ”
“ဟားဟား”
စက္ဘီးႏွစ္စီးစလံုးက အရွိန္ၿပိဳင္တူျမင့္သြားသည္။
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ဘာစားမလဲလား ဘာေသာက္မလဲလား တစ္ခုခုေျပာသည္။ ကၽြန္မသည္ မ်က္မွန္ကို ခၽြတ္လိုက္ၿပီး မွန္ကိုလက္မႏွင့္
ပြတ္ကာ ျပန္တပ္လိုက္သည္။
“လာလည္တာလား”
ကၽြန္မ ေခါင္းညွိတ္ျပလိုက္မိသည္။ ကိုမ်ိဳးထြန္းႏွင့္ ကိုေအာင္သန္းကို ေရစပ္နား ဆင္းသြားတာ လွမ္းေတြ႕ေနရသည္။
ပင္လယ္သည္ ၿငိမ္သက္သည္လည္း မဟုတ္ လႈိင္းထန္သည္လည္း မဆိုသာ။ ကမ္းစပ္ကို လႈိင္းတို႔ ခပ္ေလးေလး ခပ္မွန္မွန္
႐ိုက္က္ခတ္ေနသည္။ တခ်ိဳ႕လႈိင္းမ်ားက နည္းနည္းျမင့္သည္။ ႀကီးသည္။ တခ်ိဳ႕ကေတာ့ ဂယက္ေလာက္သာသာ။ လႈိင္းသံသည္
က်ယ္လာလိုက္ တိုးသြားလိုက္။
“ဘယ္ေန႔ ျပန္မွာလဲ”
“မေသခ်ာေသးဘူး”
ကိုသူရိန္႔ မ်က္လံုးတို႔သည္ အဝါေရာင္သမ္းေန၏။ ကိုသူရိန္႔ဆံပင္တို႔သည္ ပုခံုးထိေနသည္။ ဆံပင္ျဖဴတခ်ိဳ႕ေတြ႕ရသည္။
ရင္ဘတ္မွာ ဆႏြင္းမကင္းနက္ျပာသံုးေလးခုပါေသာ အျဖဴေရာင္တီရွပ္ကို ဝတ္ထားသည္။ ကၽြန္မသည္ ဝက္ေခါင္းသုပ္တစ္ဇြန္း
ခပ္စားလိုက္သည္။ ကိုသူရိန္က ဘီယာခြက္ကို ကုန္ေအာင္ေသာက္လိုက္သည္။
“မင္း ဘာလုပ္ခ်င္တာလဲ”
“မသိဘူး”
ကိုသူရိန္က ျပံဳးသည္။
“ကိုယ့္ကို တစ္ခုခု ေျပာခ်င္ေနသလား”
“မသိဘူး”
ကိုသူရိန္က အသံထြက္ေအာင္ ရယ္လိုက္သည္။ ကိုသူရိန္သည္ ႐ွဴးဖိနပ္ အညိဳေရာင္ စီးထားသည္။
ခိုင္စိုးလင္း
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The Target
Tazar (The Moonlit Path)
The Target
Tazar (The Moonlit Path)
We met in the jungle. She is a large python and I am a little rabbit. Of course, no
one would imagine a big snake and a rabbit may greet each other in a busy metro-
politan street. So we were supposed to meet in a deep jungle. You can say our set-
ting was the jungle that we could not escape forever. We are imprisoned in a jungle
and it means we have to act according to the jungle’s laws, which probably can be
called natural laws that were never published in any language anywhere. Those are
rather understood automatically, something like common sense. We are meant to
follow those rules. In short, she is a large python. Me, a little rabbit. We met some-
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where in the jungle. That is the very story I am telling you now.
I am quite sure I saw her first. But I am, at the same time thinking that she might
be the one who heard my vibrations of footsteps in advance since she has smartest
sense of hearing though she is almost blind. I am also good at hearing, but she
hardly made a noise. So, she might have been hearing me long ago before I saw
her. In contrary, she could not see me clearly in her vision and I could not hear her
tiny whistles either. In this natural way, we really met somewhere in the jungle.
What does it mean by “meet”? In general sense, the two people who meet, com-
municate or deal with each other in a certain common way. But for us, she only
could hear me and I only could see her silent. We were emphasizing in different
senses. There was no universal language that allowed us to communicate. But as I
mentioned, since we were playing according to the natural laws, the lack of lan-
guage was not an issue for us. Though I could not hear her footsteps, I am okay
from my rabbit point of view. I was admiring the beautiful spots on her body. She
seemed wet although I had not touched her. She approached me quietly. I have no word to express how she
moved. In fact, I was watching, with my full gusto, the most beautiful and unusual creature. Eventually, I
found myself in face to face position with her.
As a rabbit, I know by instinct that she could not see me clearly. She might see my tiny shadow. But I am sure
she could hear me and navigate my position precisely. We did not have any language to utter. But we are
meeting each other. What does the "meet" stand for between a rabbit and a python? I cannot explain. But I
know we are meeting in reality. I could not take my eyes off her. I was absorbed in her fine artistic patterned
body. I was gazing at it. Then I moved my eyes to her head. Finally I reach to her brightest eyes. I caught her
eyes or she caught mine, I am not sure. Maybe, we caught each other. But once I caught her eyes, I totally
could no take my eyes off them. We were gazing at each other for a good while. I have not made a move
from my spot since then. I could feel my body shaking and my heartbeats pounding. Anyway, I was just gaz-
ing at her.
Now she is hugging me by her huge body with her enormous strength. I can feel pains all over my body.
Maybe my bones are breaking. Yet, I am sure my heart will never break. I know she wants to hug me passion-
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ately and on the other hand, she has no hand and she had to knot me by her body. As I mentioned, this is a
natural law that we learn by instinct. I believe she is not willing me to suffer from any pain. I understand, she
is just a snake with passion. So I am in pain. To be more precise, it is not that i am suffering pain, but just
enjoying the pain. Yeah, I may be a masochistic rabbit and she, a sadist. But here in the jungle, these are
laws that we can never betray. We both are just playing an episode of the jungle.
Slowly and smoothly, I am sinking in this big snake. I am wet and almost torn into pieces. I could not help
thinking that she might be very hungry so that needs me for survival. With this belief, I feel sympathy for her.
In fact, I am even grinning in the idea, the poor enormous creature needs particularly 'me' for her survival.
But no one on the earth can see my grinning face since it already is tearing into pieces and disappearing in
her embrace. If someone could see our episode, what was happening here, he or she may note that “An enor-
mous python mesmerized and swallowed a tiny poor rabbit”. If so, it must be a terrible mistake. You know,
here in jungle, we do not use any language. Please do not note our episode by language.
Tazar (Moonlitpath)
စြန္ကေလး ရစ္ဘီးေလးနဲ႔ သူတို႔ရဲ႕ ပိုင္ရွင္
တူးတူးသာ
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စြန္ကေလး ရစ္ဘီးေလးနဲ႔ သူတို႔ရဲ႕ ပိုင္ရွင္
တူးတူးသာ
စြန္ကေလး
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အိမ္ေရာက္ရင္ေတာ့ စတိုခန္းထဲမွာ ကၽြန္မတို႔ ၂ ေယာက္ကုိ ဒီတိုင္းထားခဲ့ေတာ့မယ္။ ေမွာင္မိုက္ေအးစက္ေနတဲ့
အဲဒီအခန္းက်ဥ္းက်ဥ္းေလးကို သိပ္မုန္းတယ္။ ကၽြန္မရဲ႕ကမာၻဟာ ေဟာဟိုက ျပာလြင္ေနတဲ့ ေကာင္းကင္ႀကီးပဲ ျဖစ္သင့္
တယ္မဟုတ္လား။ ကၽြန္မ... လြတ္လြတ္လပ္လပ္ ေနပါရေစေတာ့ ရစ္ဘီးေလးရယ္။ ကၽြန္မကို လြတ္လပ္ခြင့္ ေပးလိုက္ပါေတာ့။
ရစ္ဘးီ ေလး
ၿပီးေတာ့ ေကာင္ေလး...။ ေကာင္ေလးက က်ဳပ္တို႔ ၂ ေယာက္လံုးကို သိပ္သံေယာဇဥ္ ရွိတာေလ။ က်ဳပ္တို႔နဲ႔ အတူတူ ေနခ်ိန္ဆို
သူသိပ္ေပ်ာ္တာ။ စြန္ကေလးကိုလည္း သူက သိပ္ျမတ္ႏိုးတာ။ အဲဒါေၾကာင့္ တျခားသူေတြ စြန္လႊတ္တဲ့ ေနရာနဲ႔ အေဝးႀကီးမွာ
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သူတို႔ရ႕ဲ ပိုင္ရွင္
တူးတူးသာ
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မေသခ်ာျခင္းမ်ား
ၾသၿမိဳင္
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မေသခ်ာျခင္းမ်ား
ၾသၿမိဳင္
အသိရခက္ေအာင္ေတာ္ေတာ္နက္နက္ရယ္
ပဲ့တင္သံကေလးျဖစ္ျဖစ္ေတာ့ ျပန္ေပးပါဦး။
ေလတဟူးဟူးမွာ
ရနံ႔တို႔က ေမ့မူးဖြယ္ ထုံမႊန္းလို႔...
ဟိုး ပ်ပ်မွာ
ပန္းလိုလို ေမြ႕သစ္ေတာလိုလို တံလွ်ပ္ေတြဖ်ဖ် ျပာလို႔ေယာင္လို႔...
စိတ္ကေလး မရဲတရဲနဲ႔
ေျခလွမ္းဖြဖြ အျပင္။
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မ်က္ဝန္းေထာင့္စြန္းကေလးနဲ႔ ျမင္လိုက္လား
တိတ္တခိုးနဲ႔ ဖြဲ႕။
ၾကာေလေလ...
သိမ္ေမြ႕ျခင္းဟာ
ၾကာေလေလေတာ့
ျပန္ေျပာျပရခက္ေပမဲ့လို႔
တစ္ကိုယ္တည္း ေမာေမာလ်လ်၊
တစ္သက္တာအယူသီး
ေဟာသလိုၾကီး “ပံုဆိုးပန္း” နဲ႔ ေန႔စက္ရမလား
စိတ္ကို ေနာက္ထပ္မေႏွာင္ဖြဲ႕လို
ဘဝကိုလည္း ေနာက္တစ္ေခါက္ တစ္ဆစ္မခ်ိဳးလို၊
တကယ္ကိုပဲ
ေျခကေလးလွမ္းဖို႔ မွ
ေနဝါဝါေတာင္ကုန္းမွာ
လမ္းကေဖ်ာ့ေဖ်ာ့ရွိလွပုံ။ ။
ပန္းကေလးကို ပန္းကေလးအတိုင္း
ေလတလြင့္လြင့္အလွ...
ဩျမိဳင္
ခ်စ္သူဖတ္ဖို႔
ဟန္သစ္ၿငိမ္
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ခ်စ္သူဖတ္ဖို႔
ဟန္သစ္ၿငိမ္
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မေန႔ကေရးခဲ့လွ်င္ ဒီလိုျဖစ္မည္ မထင္ပါ။ အထင္သာ ျဖစ္မည္။ မေန႔ကလည္း ေရးႏိုင္စြမ္းမရွိခဲ့ပါ။
ခ်စ္သူႏွင့္ေတြ႕လွ်င္ေကာ ဒီလိုပဲ စာေတြေရးရဦးမွာလား။ အမိန္႔ဆိုတာကို ကၽြန္ေတာ္နားလည္
သလို နားလည္ေပးမည္။ ဘာမွမသိခ်င္ပါ။ ကြန္ပ်ဴတာက ေလးေနသည္။ ခါတိုင္း ဒီလိုမဟုတ္ပါ။
ကြန္ပ်ဴတာကို လႊင့္ပစ္ခ်င္သည္။ မေန႔က အသိစိတ္ေတြ ျပန္ေပးပါ။ သို႔မဟုတ္ပါက ခ်စ္သူကို
လိမ္ရာက်မည္ ျဖစ္သည္။ မေန႔က မွတ္ထားေသာ စာရြက္လည္း မရွိေတာ့ပါ။ လိုက္လည္း
မရွာခ်င္ပါ။ မနက္က ဆက္ေသာခ်စ္သူ၏ ဖုန္းသံသည္ သတင္းေမးသည္လား အမိန္႔ထပ္ေပး
သည္လား မကြဲျပားခဲ့ပါ။ ေသခ်ာတာက ကၽြန္ေတာ္ ဒီစာကို ၿပီးေအာင္ ေရးရမည္ ျဖစ္သည္။
ဘာကိုေရးခိုင္းသလဲ ကၽြန္ေတာ္မမွတ္မိပါ။ ဦးေႏွာက္မွာ ခ်စ္သူရဲ႕ ပံုရိပ္တခ်ိဳ႕သာရွိသည္။
ဒီထက္ပိုၿပီး မမွတ္မိေတာ့ပါ။ မ်က္စိဟာ အင္မတန္မွ ေညာင္းကိုက္ ပါသည္။ လည္ေခ်ာင္းေတြက
ေရေသာက္ခ်င္တာထက္ ပိုၿပီး မေသာက္ခ်င္ပါ။ ခ်စ္သူနဲ႔ ေတြ႕တဲ့အခါ ေကာ္ဖီေသာက္ခ်င္တာ
တစ္ခုေတာ့ ရွိသည္။ ခ်စ္သူဟာ ခ်စ္ဖို႔ေကာင္းသည္။ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ကို ေကာ္ဖီေဖ်ာ္တိုက္ေကာင္း
တိုက္လိမ့္မည္။ ခ်စ္စရာေကာင္းသူမ်ား ေကာ္ဖီေဖ်ာ္လည္း ေကာင္းမည္ဟု ကၽြန္ေတာ္ထင္သည္။
ေကာ္ဖီေသာက္ၿပီး အရာအားလံုးကို ေမ့ပစ္ခ်င္သည္။ ထမင္းမစားခ်င္ပါ။ ဆရာဝန္က
ထမင္းစားၿပီး ေဆးေသာက္ရန္ သတိေပးခဲ့သည္။ ထမင္းမစားေတာ့ ေဆးေသာက္ရန္
မလိုေတာ့ဟု ထင္သည္။ မေန႔ညက သူဘာေတြ ေျပာခဲ့လည္း မသိေတာ့ပါ။ သတိရတာက ဆရာဝန္နဲ႔ သီခ်င္း
အေၾကာင္း ေျပာခဲ့တာပဲ သိေတာ့သည္။ ခ်စ္သူက သီခ်င္းဆိုတတ္သည္။ သီခ်င္းလည္း ဆိုေပးသည္။ သူမ ပို႔ေပးထားတာ
တခ်ိဳ႕ရွိသည္ဟု ထင္သည္။ ဖြင့္မၾကည့္ရေသးပါ။ ခ်စ္သူရဲ႕ အသံကို ၾကားခ်င္သည္။ ဘယ္မွာပို႔ထားလဲ မသိပါ။ ေမးလ္ထဲမွာဟု
ထင္သည္။ ဆားေရေသာက္ခိုင္းတာ ဆရာဝန္ဟုသာ မွတ္မိေတာ့သည္။ က်န္တာ ဘာမွမသိေတာ့ပါ။ ခ်စ္သူက
ဆရာဝန္လိုေတာ့ ေသာက္ခုိင္းမယ္လို႔ မထင္ပါ။ ၿပီးေတာ့ အဆိပ္လည္း ေသာက္ခုိင္းမည္ မထင္ပါ။ သူမဟာ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ကို
ခ်စ္သည္။ အဲလိုေတာ့ လုပ္မည္မထင္ပါ။ ေကာ္ဖီတစ္ခြက္ေတာ့ သူမ တိုက္ေကာင္းတိုက္လိမ့္မည္။ ခ်စ္စရာေကာင္းသူမ်ား
တိုက္ေသာ ေကာ္ဖီသည္ အရာသာရွိလိမ့္မည္။ ဟုတ္သည္။ သူမကို ေကာ္ဖီေဖ်ာ္ခိုင္းရမည္။ မေန႔ညက ေကာ္ဖီမေသာက္ခဲ့ပါ။
ထိုအခ်ိန္က ေကာ္ဖီေသာက္ခ်င္ခဲ့တာ သတိရသည္။ အျပင္ဘက္မွာ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ေရာက္ခဲ့သည္။ အဲဒီတုန္းက မိုးတိတ္သြားၿပီ။
ဘယ္တုန္းက မိုးရြာလဲ မမွတ္မိေတာ့ပါ။ မိုးရြာရင္ ခ်စ္သူကို သတိရသည္။ သူမနဲ႔ မိုးရြာထဲမွာ တစ္ခါေလာက္
လမ္းေလွ်ာက္ခ်င္သည္။ ထီးတစ္ေခ်ာင္းတည္း အတူေဆာင္းခ်င္သည္။ ခက္တာက ခ်စ္သူဟာ ထီးမေဆာင္းပါ။ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္မွာ
လည္း ထီးေတြမရွိေတာ့ပါ။ ထီးေတြ ေဖ်ာက္ပစ္ခဲ့သည္။ ခု တစ္ေခ်ာင္းမွ မရွိေတာ့ပါ။ ခါး၊ မ်က္စိ၊ ေခါင္းနဲ႔ ဇက္ေၾကာေတြ
ဆက္ေနမွန္းခုမွ သတိထားမိသည္။ အင္မတန္မွ ကိုက္ခဲသည္။ လည္ေခ်ာင္းလည္း သူတို႔နဲ႔ ဆက္စပ္ေနသည္။ ဒါေတြဟာ
ကၽြန္ေတာ္ပိုင္ဆိုင္တာ မဟုတ္ဘူးဟု စာအုပ္တစ္အုပ္မွာ ဖတ္ရဖူးသည္။ ေဝဒနာေတြက သူ႔အလိုလို ျဖစ္လာတာဟု ဆိုသည္။
ဘာလို႔ သူ႔အလိုလို မေပ်ာက္သလဲ ကၽြန္ေတာ္နားမလည္ပါ။ ေမာင္းထုတ္ခ်င္သည္ အားလံုးကို။ ဘယ္သူ႔ကိုမွလည္း မျမင္ခ်င္ပါ။
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မ်က္စိကဒီေန႔မွ ပိုဆိုးသည္။ ျဖစ္ခ်င္ရာျဖစ္ပါေစေလ။ အိပ္လို႔မွ မရပဲ။ အိပ္ခ်င္သလို မအိပ္ခ်င္သလိုနဲ႔ လူကို ဒုကၡေပးေနတာ
ဒီမ်က္စိျဖစ္မည္။ မ်က္လံုးခ်င္းစကားေျပာေနသည္ဆိုတာ ၾကားဖူးတယ္။ ခ်စ္သူနဲ႔ေတြ႕တဲ့အခါ ဒီမ်က္လံုးေတြက စကားေျပာ
ၾကမွာလား။ ဒါမွမဟုတ္ ႏႈတ္ဆိတ္ေနမွာလား။ ခ်စ္ျခင္းအစ မ်က္စိကျဖစ္မလား၊ အခ်စ္မွာမ်က္စိမရွိျဖစ္မွာလား။ အနမ္းေတြေႁခြ
တဲ့အခါက်ေတာ့ ဒီမ်က္လံုးေတြက အသံုးမက်ျဖစ္ရျပန္မည္။ မ်က္စိနဲ႔ နမ္းတာ ဘယ္သူမွ မရွိဘူးထင္တယ္။ မ်က္စိနဲ႔
ၾကာပစ္တာေတာ့ ၾကားဖူးသည္။ ခု ဒီလိုမ်က္လံုးေတြက ခ်စ္သူေက်နပ္တဲ့အေနထားေကာ ရွိမွာလား။ ခ်စ္သူေရ သတိရသည္။
စာကို ဆက္ေရးခ်င္သည္။ မ်က္စိေတြေညာင္းသည္။ ႏွာေခါင္းပိတ္ေနတာေလး သက္သာရင္ ေတာ္ေတာ္ေကာင္းမည္။
အသက္႐ွဴမဝသလိုလည္း ျဖစ္သည္။ ပါးစပ္ဟ႐ွဴေတာ့လည္း လည္ေခ်ာင္းက နာရသည္။ ခ်စ္သူရွိေနေသးပါသည္။ သူမ
ကၽြန္ေတာ့္အနားမွာ မဟုတ္ေတာင္ အေဝးမွာ ရွိေနပါသည္။ တကယ္လို႔ သူမသာ မရွိရင္ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ေသဆံုးသြားမည္ဆိုတာကို
ကၽြန္ေတာ္သိေနသည္။ အနားမွာ သူမ ရွိေနသည္။ မဟုတ္ပါ။ သူမအနားမွာ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ရွိရမည္။ ခ်စ္သူအတြက္
ကၽြန္ေတာ္ရွိရဦးမည္။ ေလာကႀကီးကို စိတ္နာလည္း သူမအတြက္ ရွိေနရဦးမည္။ သူမကို အကာကြယ္ေပးရဦးမည္။
သူမဆီကိုေရာက္လာတဲ့ အၾကည့္ေတြ မ်က္လံုးေတြကို ကၽြန္ေတာ့္မ်က္လံုးေတြနဲ႔ ျပန္လည္ တိုက္ခိုက္ရဦးမည္။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္မရွိရင္
သူမလည္း ရွိမွာမဟုတ္ဘူး။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္သိေနသည္။ သူမ အသက္ရွင္ဖို႔အတြက္ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ကို အသက္ရွင္ခြင့္ေပးပါ။ ဟာ...
မဟုတ္ပါ။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ အသက္ရွင္ေနဆဲပါ။ သူမအတြက္ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ရွိေနရမွာ။ ခ်စ္သူကို ေလာကႀကီးကေန အေဝးဆံုးေနရာကို
ကၽြန္ေတာ္ ေခၚေဆာင္သြားမည္။ လူေတြမရွိတဲ့ေနရာ။ ဟုတ္သည္။ အဲဒီေနရာမွာ ကၽြန္ေတာ္တို႔ ႏွစ္ေယာက္ ေနၾကမည္။
သီခ်င္းေတြ ဆိုၾကမည္။ ေကာ္ဖီေတြ အတူတူေသာက္ၾကမည္။ ေကာင္းကင္ကို ၾကည့္မည္။ ၾကယ္ေတြကို ခူးဆြတ္မည္။
လမင္းကို ခဲနဲ႔ေပါက္ခ်င္ေပါက္မည္။ တိမ္ေတြကို ငါးမွ်ားခ်ိတ္နဲ႔မွ်ားခ်င္မွ်ားမည္။ မိုးစက္ေတြက်လာတဲ့အခါ ခ်စ္သူကို ကၽြန္ေတာ့္
ကိုယ္ခႏၶာနဲ႔ အုပ္မိုးထားမည္။ ခုလိုမ်ိဳး ခ်စ္သူ ခ်မ္းမေနေစရပါ။ ခ်စ္သူကို ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ရဲ႕ ရင္ခြင္ထဲမွာ ေႏြးေထြးေနေစမည္။
ၿငိမ္းခ်မ္းေနေစမည္။ ဘယ္အရာမွ ခ်စ္သူကို လာေရာက္ထိခတ္ျခင္း မရွိေစရပါ။ ေလေျပညႇင္းကိုေတာင္ တားဆီးသင့္
တားဆီးရလိမ့္မည္။ ခ်စ္သူဟာ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ဘဝအတြက္ျဖစ္သည္။ သူမဘဝဟာ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ဘဝျဖစ္သည္။ သူမအသက္ဟာ
ကၽြန္ေတာ့္အသက္ျဖစ္သည္။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္သူမကို ကယ္တင္ရမည္။ မဟုတ္ပါ။ ကာကြယ္ရမည္။ ေစာင့္ေရွာက္ရမည္။ ခ်စ္သူရ႕ဲ
ႏွလံုးေသြးဟာ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ရဲ႕ ႏွလံုးေသြးျဖစ္သည္။ ခ်စ္သူရဲ႕ ရွင္သန္မႈဟာ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ရဲ႕ ရွင္သန္မႈျဖစ္သည္။
ခ်စ္သူဆိုညည္းေသာေတးသံဟာ ကၽြန္ေတာ့ရဲ႕ ေတးသံပဲျဖစ္သည္။ ခ်စ္သူရဲ႕ကဗ်ာဟာ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္အတြက္ ဖြဲ႕သီတဲ့ ခ်စ္ျခင္းရဲ႕
ကဗ်ာပဲျဖစ္ေစရသည္။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ဟာ ခ်စ္သူ သူမအတြက္ပဲ ျဖစ္ရမယ္။ အဲလိုပဲ သူမဟာလည္း ကၽြန္ေတာ့္အတြက္ပဲျဖစ္ရမည္။
ခ်စ္သူက ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ကို ခ်စ္သည္။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္သိသည္။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္လည္း သူမကို ခ်စ္သည္။ ခ်စ္ျခင္းဟာ ကၽြန္ေတာ္တို႔
ႏွစ္ေယာက္ကို ကိုယ္စားျပဳေနသည္။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္တို႔ ႏွစ္ေယာက္ၾကားမွာ ခ်စ္ျခင္းရွိေနသည္။ ခ်စ္ျခင္းပဲ ရွိေနေစရမည္။ ခ်စ္သည္။
ခ်စ္သူကိုလည္း သတိရသည္။ ဒါေပမဲ့ ကမာၻႀကီးျခားေနသလို ခံစားရသည္။ ခ်စ္သူ မင္းဘယ္မွာလဲ။ ဟာ၊ သူမ ရွိပါသည္။
ကၽြန္ေတာ္နဲ႔ အနီးဆံုးေနရာမွာ ရွိေနသည္။ ဘယ္ေလာက္ေဝးေဝး ရွိေနသည္။ ကမာၻျခားမေနပါ။ ခ်စ္သူဟာ ကၽြန္ေတာ့္အနားမွာ။
ကၽြန္ေတာ္ သူမကို ခ်စ္သည္။ သတိရသည္။ လြမ္းသည္။ ဒီခ်စ္ျခင္း သတိရလြမ္းဆြတ္ျခင္းေတြက ကၽြန္ေတာ့္ခ်စ္သူကို
ကၽြန္ေတာ့္အနားမွာ ရွိေနေစသည္။ မဟုတ္ပါ။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ဟာ ခ်စ္သူအနားမွာ ေရာက္ေနတာ။ ခ်စ္သူနဲ႔အတူ ကၽြန္ေတာ္
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ေမတၱာျဖင့္
ဟန္သစ္ၿငိမ္
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The Jogging
Khine Soe Lung
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The Jogging
Khine Soe Lung
She was sweating. The non-stop jogging for quite long, maybe an hour or some,
which she did not notice, made her exhausted. But she did not want to stop yet.
The road was very long ahead. Very long. There were buses and small cars, some-
times huge log carriers passing over her along the way. She gave a causal glance at
them whenever they overtook her and kept running most of the time looking at the
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top of her own sneakers which seemed to have been very white when they were
new. The laces were untidy and sometimes loose that caused her steps to almost
lose the balance as they sometimes got under the shoes and that sometimes forced
her to stop for a short while to tie them back.
She did not want to know what was there at the end of the road. Well, to be more
precise, she did not even bother to know if the road would end ever. Is a road sup-
posed to have an end, she thought. She sometimes reminisced her childhood in
which she did not act a good daughter to her widowed mother and a clever pupil to
her teachers, her early twenties with full of interesting, adventurous and unex-
pected events and her thirties in which she did not enjoy any surprise any more.
Sometimes she recalled the endless nights she and some close friends would spend
by the sea discussing about 'love' in which they did have very strong interest like
willing to know if there is something such as love or if it is just a passion for an opposite sex, and how they
would find it exciting talking about the guys whom they admired.
She would only have interest in those that had talent and creativity in the art. And she, after twenty years
later, realized that all those artists were exactly like her in making some unusual actions and having abnormal
attitude. They loved to suffer and made themselves hurt. There were uncountable times she reminded herself
that she needed to escape from enjoying her heart breaking. Sometimes she would take the heart as a part of
the body the function of which is to purify the blood that comes from the whole body and supplies those blood
to all over the body through the arteries. But very often she would forget that very true incident and she
would think she was in love with someone. This must be the last person or now I have found my true love,
she would think. She would ask herself the same question as usual, 'are you sure you will love him no matter
what?' and she would straight away give a very firm answer, 'yes'.
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Sometimes, she remembered the time, she spent with some partner planning for the future as if she would
never fall out of love with that particular person, not to forget the endless arousing and erotic bed times and
how she was curious and excited for her first time sex. There were times she regretted for having found her-
self very passionate for having sex and realized herself very much obsessed with it. And then there were times
she was delighted with the feeling that sex is something to enjoy and again there were times she was totally
fed up with love and sex. She would fall in love, fall out of love and then again she would find herself ready to
die for some guy.
She had some thoughts of establishing a lovely family of her dream, with a very bright daughter and two bril-
liant sons whose father were a true artist that would be as bright and smart as herself, would be caring to the
family and would have common idea in most of the things like politics, the art and the way of living. Again she
would feel it guilty to give birth to a baby without getting the permission of being a mother from itself and
without knowing whether it agrees to come into the world. She would, at the same time, think if a family life
really is necessary. Is the end of a love a marriage? Or is it the marriage that ends the love?
She stopped in front of a tree, underneath of which was a wooden bench. She wiped the sweat on her fore-
head and neck with the towel which was already soaked with the sweat. Then she sat down on the bench.
She saw a couple of youth on a motor bike waving her while they passed her by. The smiles on their face
were very fresh and she remembered that people said how her eyes were as bright as the stars when she
smiled. She waved them back and tied the laces which were almost loosing again and she continued jogging.
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