Empty nest no more

As the feedlings take a wing to

explore the vast sky of possibilities

and creating a niche for their own dwelling

I look around and stare at my nest

Which is not echoing with the chirps

and chatters anymore

It is silence and still,

frozen in the moment of departure

I look at every wall, the roof and the floor

suddenly a voice buried within implored

my nest is not empty, it is just vacant

to welcome and accommodate new occupants

that were kept at bay when responsibilities

were in forefront

a halted hobby, a lingering leisure

a shelved social synergy, a paused playfulness

all of these and many more yet to explore

My nest is now open to greet these new companions

as the old ones move a wee bit away from

sight but a lot more closer to heart

I look at my new found self and smile