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
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.
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.
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!
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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.