Fire and Speed

The stark barreness of the desert
stood as mute reflection of my heart

The thirst of the parched tongue
was puny to my heart's longing
The waterless dry death of the desert
would be releif to my love's longing

This merciless longing
not seeking any belonging

The plane taking off
starts moving fast and fast
Increasing speed and moving wings
Takes off

The friction from the ground that once indicated speed is no more
Just a slow moving city scape in the distance
The freeness from this height
A gift only the perceptive like
Others go on thinking the flight is slow
Not knowing how fast they're really going

Had the plane moved on the ground with that speed
They would've witnessed complete destruction

Had the seeker moved on the surface with that speed
They would've witnessed complete chaos