A wishtle of touche

Step out of chaos and listen in,

To everything all around serene.

Away from the fuss that now you are,

Let them worries and pain a afar.

Calm and cold, by the lone rail road

The sky, the flowers and the wind that flowed

Brings peace to skin and dreads to rest,

That's lost in today's everlasting quest.

Discern the essence of dusk and dust,

For living is not surviving just.

Sense the blissful aura around,

Where inner frith and joy is found.

And when the whistle from afar would blow,

You'd lose your thoughts from a While ago,

And realize that life is all fine,

But you'd just lost the track of time.