A JOLT

Not to speak of
A sound anywhere,
'tis time when nature
Rocks all into slumber.
Quietness around
When dreams
Separate the two world.
A sudden impact
Brings us to senses
And an inquisitive instinct
Prompts to probe
Into the mystry.
Knowing not that was an upsurge
To eliminate those unwanted thoughts
Playing as puppets
For purposeless gain.
Get up and walk fearlessly
Thro' the veil of Shrouded mystry.