Escapist-----I'm just a dreamer.

I remember , Those moments, Flying on the way, With the umbrella hanging on, Enjoying those sprinkles of rain drops. I remember , Those moments, Jumping on through, With fingers in mom's hand, Follow that beautiful butterfly. I remember , Those moments, Dressed up in uniform, Waiting for the school bus, That last seat,to be the boss. I remember , Those moments, When waking up at 8am, Would start the sundae show, Playing cricket,breaking glasses. I remember , Those moments, Out of the class, With the naughty expression, To say i did nothing. I remember , Those moments, I was out from school, To pop in college, Gang of friends to say hurry, But a say MISS for the school. I remember , Those moments, Ragging would start, Our attitude, Bunking the classes, Throwing impressions, Playing truth and dear, Dreaming for the career to be high. I remember , Those moments, Dropping into profession colleges, Thinking world on tips, To be on cloud nine, Boy friend girlfrie...

That's all fresh, Those burden moments, Crawling on those rough roads, Sky up high,with flying dreams, Bunking collage, Whistle in the premises, Ragging big gang, Up on the peaks, Is all fresh like a morning dew, Every day with new plans building in mind, Neat and tidy uniform, Pure fragrance, That high basket ball game, Winking girls around, That's running still on my mind, Can't go far, Friends party outside the gate, Canteen rocks, With rich music , New bands every now and then, Copies torn and apart, Every new admission, Smart teacher , Register for attendance, Black board with no chalks, Stickers planted, Just a breath , All things whorl , Big gang of chums, New affairs, Infatuations for every new girl, Stylish guitar playing , New lyrics every day, Orchid stealing, Gifts to girl friends, With borrow money from friends, Make pranks, Oh ! that's all drawing my mind, Thinking high , No classes ever attended, Fail in internals,...