Dual Senses

With a cry, I drew breath  
a sign, avoided death.
With tongue, I learnt taste, 
a joy, now laid to waste. 
With eyes, I saw
colors, visions, ever since began to thaw. 
With mine nose, I smelt pleasure
those nuances, now in memory I treasure.
With fine ears, I would hear, a chirp, a stream 
a melody dear. Thunder, scream 
a silence I fear. 
With skin I felt, a caress, a kiss swiftly delt.
The bite of cold, the searing pyre
within which my senses melt.
       (c)Mehraj 2009