This moment

 This moment is painful as well as beautiful. This moment I have no ambition. I have nothing to aspire. I have no regrets of past. I do not recall any painful past moments. 

But at this moment I am sitting  comfortably on a plastic chair typing this. I am enjoying the music of Mohit Chauhan. I have running fan over me giving me lighter and cooler air. 

I dont know what I will do next moment. Whether I will get up and fetch a glass of cold water? Or I will watch over the balcony? My mind is hinting at both. 

But at this moment I want to continue this writing with ear plugs attached. I wonder how else I can enjoy this moment? 

 I walked alone on the grass wet with dew drops

With no one beside me to hold my hands

With someone's voice always ringing in my ears,

and someone's anger tone always creating bewilderment,

And I walk, 

touching the wet grass, cold dew drops

thinking about someone. 

As I walk further, I feel ,

She is walking away from me,

With no apparent reason. 

With hesitation, I ask 

Do you want to touch the cold grass too with your feet?

She says, I want to go away,

The grass holds no meaning for me,

I see grass on the other side, 

full of life ..

She bids me good bye. 

I can not ask her to stay ,

but I feel, grass was greener this side !