Death And Birth Poem by lalitha iyer

In one split-second
life is gone
lie was it?
that I am alive
is it true or false?
when all truths are not false
eternal truths are also false?
the sparkle in those looks
now swims with no moisture
no meaning-the vision doesnt attach
any special enquiries or wishes
yester night the warmth it exuded
the body, its lovely form
tonight the trunk is talking of
frozen memories and freezing truths
what stunns me
is the strange feeling
a moment's difference
leaves us simply baffled
apart from the parting of possessions
cutting of living emotions and feelings
dropping of responses and
reasonable reciprocations
what happens to the departed soul
the music of flowing spontaneity
how it transforms into what melody unknown?