Empty Nest

The scribblings on the walls of my house

Haven't grown anymore.

The toys on the stand stare silently.

Books are in place on the shelf-

In alphabetical order.

Snacks in the kitchen

Have remained untouched.

My home looks spick-and-span

So much in order.

No screams anymore,

As I used to do in dismay.

No loud music,

No chitter-chatter...

The pin-drop silence

That I always craved for.

But, my mind chatters forever

Secretly, misses the old Golden days.

To be messed up,

To go mad again,

With the nuisance

Because, the silence is killing me inside-

Silently..…