Time Bombs

Puffs of thoughts, like smoke
circle in my head
and vanish into the walls of my mind,
dying young
almost as if, they were never born
as if they never lived
it kills to breathe
and with every beat,
something sacred
something deep inside dies a little bit
The world, a question in itself
a mystery
and the answer, wrapped in folds of 'end'
The end,
always too soon it comes
always too late to know
almost, in vain to find
Life, a puzzle that when solved, destroys itself.