လြင့္ေျမာျခင္းမိုးတိမ္

ပန္းတစ္ပြင့္ရဲ႕ ေနဝင္ခ်ိန္ အလွက ခူးယူသူရဲ႕ ဘဝနဲ႔ ဆိုင္သတဲ့လား ေျမေပၚမွာ ၊ ေရထဲမွာ ေနရာတိုင္းမွာ လွႏိုင္ တဲ့ပန္းက ဘာအားမာန္ ေတြနဲ႔မို႔ အံတုႏိုင္ရဲတာလဲ။ 

Flowers in the Grass Ledgend (1)

"A weed is no more than a flower in disguised." There are flowers in unexpected corner of our life that are waiting for us to enjoy but we usually skiped it. There are colours that awaits us to see but we usually omitted it. Thre are beauties in nature but we need to regonize. 

Deciver's Season

Cast in the shape of scent or suggestion;
over, along night’s avenue streaming,
as hope or moth above street-lamp flying,
paradise flutters the evening air.

Is it the almond’s coral bay
which beckons both the heart and eye
to fabled continents of pearl
where paradise gardens sway with the wind?

Caught in a crochet of leaves and tresses-
a conjured trellis of gold and green-
close to the touch yet not for touching,
paradise hovers an inch out of hand.

So April ends and the charm is over.
One dawn within the shaken boughs
we find a death’s-head choked with blossom….
paradise gardens fall in the wind.
Derek Stanford
1918


There was a time Indian Lilac blomming daringly in a summer. But before that flowers were even waiting to bloom, there was a person who listened someone's secret dream.

What could be the dream of a little girl three years ago? Whom did she trust and open her heart? Now, these are not important at all. Whom, did I trust? May I ask myself again. Is there a posibility she can manage with? It is not important at all. However, the only important thing is to carry on.

One may not notice that receiving trust from someone is a responsibility to maintain the trust.

With a heartfull of love and a pocketfull of dreams,

Pan Pon Pyin

Life in Parallel Frames

There is somewhere I could hide my happiness and sadness during a two years stay in a very colourful and peceful town. That is a paint-brush and a paper with blocks on it to rander all my emotion with colours. If our life be straight lines paralle to each other never intertwine, there is still an enormous attraction for all of us that might be like a hurricane or a black hole.

ေက်ာင္းသြားေဖၚ ႏွင္႔ ဒဂၤါးျပား

ေ၀း ကြာမွဳေတြရဲ့ နိဒါန္းကို ၿငိမ္းခ်မ္းျခင္း ရဲ့ အစလို႔ လမ္းခြဲမွာ ငါတို႔ သတ္မွတ္ၾကတယ္ ဆိုပါစို႔ ေက်ာင္းသြားေဖၚေရ…. မၿငိမ္းခ်မ္း လည္းရိွပါေစ 

Beauty of Complication

In art, as in literature, ugliness rendered with compassion is beauty. W. Joe Innis, Artist There was in December 2007, Annivesiry of Faculty of Agriculture was held. There was a friend place that attracted me so much. That was the display of lilies. 

Dawn in Bagan

* Dhamayangyi Temple at Dawn from Shwe San Daw Pagoda.

A morning in March 2007, there was a girl travelling in Bagan with hope, expectation and courage for the challenges that will come to her for the next two years.

Her uncle, Saw Yan Naing, told her at that time that the uprising pagodas everywhere in Bagan is a civilisation that is the most distinct glory in Southeast Asia. This is the only one archaelogical site in the histroy with enormous brickworks in Southeast Aisa. 

If I were a flower, .......

A Homeless Evening

There is not a single star, where will be the moon?
Not a piece of cloud, where will be the cover from glare?
Please not a single bird,
for there is a pair of teary eyes with full of expectation.
Where will be my hide-out?
Some say that a heor just roam around,
May I not be a hero.
May I be a bird who can go back home for every single flight.
Even the flowers in my mother's garden will cry
if I don't have a place to lie.
Please, all the lullabies come to me,
for a girl longing for home.

Enriching and Preserving

If colours are made to be attractive, how about this... but.... If I were choose to be a flower, I would rather be white that anyone can put any colour they would desire and be peaceful. But in a culture........

The Mount Popa of Myanmar

Mount Popa, an extinct volcano in Kyaukpadaung, near Bagan. 

The Flame of the Forest

The Red Charming Tree

* Peeping into the dream.

To the Horizon

In the lexicon of youth, there is hope, ambition and eagerness. I had loaded these in my back-pack and started my journey to look for the truth of life. The beginning of the journey is somewhere in my childhood. The line between youth and childhood

Once In the High School

In the rain we walked with friends holding hands in hands. Breathing songs into our souls. Learning the world. I realized now that it was just a white sheet of paper. No ideas about life but I was lucky enough to be a student whom was taught to achieve so many things in a short time.

Last Sketch with an Old Friend

It was a long time that I did not get a chance to draw sketches with the small ink pen received as a present from a colleague friend. Yesterday, I was in sorrow that I was trying to clean my room. I found out that little ink pen and remember the days that she and I painted with that little ink pen together in Yangon Institute of Economics. We were sometimes painting in our lecture books.

Exquisite Story of Night

Welcome thee with the disappearance of my immortality. I am repeating an endless pilgrimage for all my life long to thee, My existence, march, victory and capacity destined to thy inaugurating. We are......... Not together forever,

The Manuha Temple

Photo:The master piece of an extreme art.

It is one of the famous temple in Bagan, old ancient city in Myanmar. If someone go there, they would have experience with the various legends which are related to the temples and the royal families. It is a tourist destination in Myanmar. More than that,

Thailand at the Cross-Road

When shall we be able to vow this for our country? Where is peace and negotiation? The paper flag in the above picture is a remain of the Thai Anti-government Protesters who demonstrated near the Nawarat Bridge in Chiang Mai, on 3rd September 2008. It went on peacefully and smoothly.

Hope of the Night

When I took that picture, I felt sincerity. It was at the King's Birthday in the Chiang Mai University Campus. Everyone around me was laughing, bustling and enjoying the exhibition and the local markets. Gazing the beautiful handicrafts that sale on the small shop, I thought when my country would be peaceful like this. When will people in my country be able to enjoy the celebrities and festivals peacefully and contentedly?

Why Do People Pretend?

(This post is the response to 'The Art of Pretending' from http://hanthitnyeim.isgreat.org/ )

Human is a social animal, that we pretend. We pretend because we need to pretend. Even the animals change their color or habit when it is needed for their survival. There are so many plausible answers for pretending. Sometimes, we pretend that we are wicked, cunning. Sometimes, we pretend because it is necessary that we want to be polite.

တတ္သမွ် မွတ္သမွ်

ဦးဟန္သစ္ၿငိမ္ရဲ႕ Tag ခ်က္အား မအားသည့္ၾကားမွ တုန္႔ျပန္ျခင္းျဖစ္ပါသည္။ ကိုယ္႔ရဲ႕နာမည္ ............ ပန္းပံုျပင္ ကိုယ္ကိုသူငယ္ခ်င္းေတြကဒီလိုေခၚတယ္ ............. ပံုျပင္ [သို႔] အဖြားႀကီး (ပံုျပင္ေတြေျပာလြန္းလို႔) ကိုယ္ဒီမွာေနတယ္............ ေျမႏွင့္ မိုးၾကား ကိုယ္႔ဆီဖုန္းဆက္ခ်င္ရင္............

Life in Chinag Mai (1)

When I came to Chiang Mai, there was nobody come and fetch me at the bus station. I did not know where to go. There was only one map that I got from the bus. I could tell the red cub driver to go to Chiagn Mai University in Thai, " Pai Mahawittayalai Chiang Mai". I did not even know how Chiang Mai looks alike. I did not know how to go to my friend's apartment either. My friend did not know how to tell me to come to him. At that moment, there was no divination in me to expect that it would be a city I would have to stay for a bout two years

ပန္ၾကားခ်က္

I would like to send my apology for not adding any post for a long time for the visitors. I really want to send the post for my visitors. At the moment, I am doing a tiresome job for my thesis and doing volunteer job at the same time. For that reason, I can't send the new post even though I have so many things I want to write. However, I will find my time to send more in the future.

I hope all of you will understand my difficulty and keep on coming to see my blog with beautiful pictures.

With respect to all of you.
ပန္းပံုျပင္

Under the Sky

The rain was coming. It was a day in May. I was on the Bridge of River Kew looking to the clouds I love. I was missing the clouds I used to see in Laydaung Kan Village, near the Yangon Institute of Economics. I watched the clouds of May in the open field