Blast From The Past

You were there then

You are here now

I saw you all then

Did not see any of you now

In my repentance, I forgot the way you looked

Forgot your names

Forgot your day of birth 

That you always wanted me to remember but could not make me to

Then I look at all your photos together

From the eyes in my heart

Just the way you are now

Just only you

Not one more not one less

With your names and

Your birthdays, just the way they are, more or less

Then it is the Blast From The Past

I am back

To haunt you again

To make you cry oceans of tears again

To make your heart ache again

To make you curse the heart of stone again

You will fill your heart again now with the pain of love

You will wait again now just as you did then

The heart of stone

The heart of stone

Is back again to haunt you again now

In your dreams

In your words

In your songs

The blast from the past

Again in the present times

That you come to know for certain

Only when my repentance is over

And I will give my song

In my words, the blast from the past

And you will send me a flying kiss

Which I will again dodge and catch out

And keep it in my heart for keeps

The blast from the past

Will not let you rest in peace

You will twist and turn in your bed

Now your tears will flows

Because you can’t get enough peace

In your heart, from cursing him

Your heart, now desires to meet him in person

The heart of stone

The heart of stone

Just sits in oblivion

In one corner of the earth

Just looking, lovingly, silently

At your photos

Enjoying your feeling of pain in your heart from distance

So near yet so far

You see him, yet you hold yourself back

You don’t know why

He comes before you

And plays in front of you like a baby with his ball

You see him, you hate to love him

You see him all the time so close to you yet so far from your touch

You long to touch him to embrace him

But all he thinks and does is jump around like a monkey

In the dark, where others fear to tread

Making you heart to flutter with concern

And making your eyes moist with concern for him again

It is the Blast from the Past

The heart of stone, is still stone

Now, and, then, you couldn’t make him, heart of passion 

Your tears could not make his heart, Like your heart of hearts

He is the pretender

He is the deceiver

He is the heart of stone

You wait of his words of the blast from the past

Then you come the other day, to claim him, to own him

To sit on his head

To tie him around your slender lovely little fingers

You are the blast from the past

Chasing him then, chasing him now

You are the Queen of Hearts

He is the Heart of Stone

What a mismatch of hearts

The heart of stone

The heart of stone

There are no romantics left anymore

They are all heart of gold

All heart of platinum

All heart of diamond

All heart of abhinay, Actors all, to the last breath 

All heart of hearts

All Queen of Hearts, tender delicate gentle souls all

Only one heart of stone

Loves to bathe, in the oceans of tears of tender souls

Loves to enjoy, in leisure, the sadness of tender souls

Loves to wallow, in pleasure, in the sorrows of tender souls

Loves the sight, of eyes swollen from

Cascading tears from the lovely eyes of tender souls

Loves to hear the feel of curses, falling on his heart of stone

From the lovely lips of tender souls

His ears yearn the pleasure, to hear the sobs from the heartache

Of the tender souls

The Heart of stone, heart of stone, heart of stone

The deceiver

The pretender

The heart of stone

The blast from the past

The blast from the past

Is back, to give you heartache

Even when you will have him in your embrace

Even when you will have him tied around your lovely slender fingers

Even when you have him dance on your finger tips

Even when you call him to your side to you by snapping your fingers

Even when you make him wag himself like a dog with your melodious laughter

Even when you make his mouth water like a dog with your lovely charming smile

You will never have enough of him again, even now

He is still full of filth and wisdom now as well

He will run away again, like a playful child to his play grounds

With you chasing him, with you chasing him, again and again

You will build his playgrounds close to you, to keep him to yourself again

The heart of stone, the heart of stone

Beware of him, Queen Of Hearts

The Queen of Hearts, the Blast from the past

Are back

To chase down the heart of stone

To make him their puppet

To ride him

To let him play with his toy

To make him play with your toys

To keep him tied down

The monkey

The deceiver

The pretender

Beware

The heart of stone

Beaten by the Queen of Hearts

Tied down by the Queen of Hearts, the tender souls

But these are present times

So we still don’t know

Until the tender soul, comes to claim him

He sits in oblivion, in an obscure corner of earth

He will go silently, to be one, with the waves of the mighty ocean

Until the tender souls come to claim him

The heart of stone

Is the heart of stone

The blast from the past

The tender souls, the Queen of Hearts, the Blast from the Past

The Blast from the Past

The Blast from the Past

The Blast from the Past.