Full Moon Cycle

The journey of my life continues 

Destination or duration I know not. 

I try and journey with some amount of joy 

One with the present, about tomorrow no sense

On the streets, I was, when I sighted the full moon

In spite of the noise around, thinking of the moon I did croon.

In this mundane life, I find such moments of delight

Spirits keep going, even when life remains boring.

As I ride on the cycle, the life encircles

Merely fulfilling the biological needs, I try and break the shackle

Watering the poetry, I collect the words

Wishing I could take to the wings like a small little bird.