Jet Lag Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

Jet Lag

Rating: 5.0


A somnambulistic streak
Ringing in the head
Nerves frayed
Eyelids heavy
Through alleys
Of blinking awareness
Island worlds
Patches of grey
Pitch-darkness and glitter
Apparent reals
Broken into pieces
After a straight hurtle
Across several zones of time
In a matter of half a day

A broken mirror
No distinction whatever
Between the pieces
What is dream stuff
So-called waking world
Sliding into each
Through vertical chutes
Of fast transit
As cicadas screech
Circadian alarms scream
Yet no up or down
No hill or plain
Only sonorous snore
At exit, entry doors

Names and forms
Dissipate, coalesce
Clouds in whirl
Hebephrenic thoughts
Incoherent abstract
Every fallacy is right
Worlds in march
In parallel cascade

A mammoth pachyderm
Struggling without luck
Out of a gigantic mud-pit
Onto seeming land
Of solid respite
Where there are
Asylums, alas, for mental wrecks
Peopled by the wise
Who have burnt their lives
On Freud, Jung and the like

Jet Lag
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Just going through one after a straight hurtle from Dubai to Seattle. It is too bad this time due perhaps to old age and indiscriminate drinking.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geetha Jayakumar 01 August 2016

Beautiful write on jet lag as one goes through, especially on long journey. Yes for youngsters it doesn't affect that much than the middle aged people. With Beautiful crafted words make this poem wonderful. Loved reading it.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 30 July 2016

State of body and mind after travel overseas is neatly packed into the poem with careful choice of words. Travel is not same every time, it changes with age. You captured it beautifully.

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Rajesh Thankappan 30 July 2016

The demon of unrest has a field day and the only antidote to break free from this jet lag induced stupor is by making some sleep adjustments. But is is easier said than done. Excellent work Ranjendran Ji.

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Valsa George 19 July 2016

Enjoyed this great write on a mental state when reality and illusion dissipate and coalesce......! This is exactly what one feels in a state of disturbed sleep.... ! The long flight from Dubai to Seattle can be tedious..... no doubt, especially for people like us at the threshold of old age! The images used in the poem are really striking!

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Kelly Kurt 18 July 2016

It is both the price you pay for seeing the world in hours, not months; and a look into your own state of being under unique circumstances. Both worth it I surmise.

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