Indiscretions

 
Words are like crystals
of multifaceted rocks.
The words, secret come,
full of memories.
Insecure sail among us.
Since they are light and night.

Paraphernalia of meanings or
plethora of senses and nuances.
Vivid moments lost.
Panoply of possibilities.

In the language compendium
emerge as despots,
cruel, broken or mild,
helpless, innocent, light.

Who listens to them?
Who collects them
in their pure shells?
Evade among the foam,
Green, neutral and opalescent…
in joy they revive.