Sanjana Swaroop Poems

I want to travel to places I have never been
And yet, I am not a traveller.

I don't yearn for the fresh air in the mountains or
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I read a theory of cosmology and it told me
I am made up of atoms that have existed since the beginning of time.
So believe me when I tell you that my love for you is ancient and infinite.
It burns brightly in the stars faraway;
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Call me old fashioned or technologically ill equipped,
You tell me that love is real but romanticism is dead.
Wading through this inter-web, I am lost for sure.
I tried dating in the 21st century but I don't see the allure.
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They call me a globetrotter, wanderer, traveller,
Never sitting still
Your life must be full of adventures and memories they say.
What I would give to have met the people and seen the places,
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They call people like me ‘overthinkers' but I much rather
Prefer if they called us, ‘dreamers'.
Was it so wrong of me to dream about a what if with you?
What if we weren't both as scared?
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The curiosity killed the cat
What an odd turn of phrase that!
Now bear with me, things are about to
get out of hand and a little crazy.
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