Poisoned Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

For some reason
I feel being poisoned.

Me and my heart
suspect each other-
If we are one at all!
My world seems
at a halt,
but rains of restless dreams
cloud my visions
Brown earth, grey sky,
Red teeth and nails
hover in and around.

I fail to feel
my heart-beats.
I fail to remember
dates and places,
as if I was born
and brought up
inside a cave without
an address
and an identity
buried deep under
an unknown volcano.
I don't know
if I am sad or mad,
if I am good or bad,
May be
I am a stomach
that managed
to swallow it
in its entirity
and forgot the
Way to vomit.

May be I don't exist,
Or else poisoned.