Vikram Bhatt is hurting after his painful split with his live-in girlfriend Amisha Patel. The couple spent five blissful years together until she moved out earlier this week. Amisha is currently living in her Lokhandwala apartment with her cousin.
The duo are still in touch with each other. Says a source, "They were trying to work out their problems." Amisha dropped Vikram for London-based businessman Kanav Puri and the pair have been spotted together.
The actress has also visited Delhi, where Kanav lives, while in the country." However, a friend of Amisha blames Vikram for the split, "She waited for five years for Vikram to commit. He told her he would never marry because his daughter would never accept it." Whatever the reason, this relationship definitely seems over.
Understandably, the director doesn't want to talk about the break-up. He admits that they are no longer together, "Yes I am not denying the fact that the affair is over, but what's the point of going into the past and talking about why and when it happened?"
Shayar toh nahin...
A poem by Vikram says it all...
If only life was a game,
Abandon, restart, cheat and then play again.
If only we could play again,
Choices and decisions...
nothing would be the same.
If only nothing would be the same,
Happy, free, content-would be that be us then?
If only we could say what would be us
People, love, loss is the bane of life
If that be inevitable then
We would be here,
The self same place
The self same person
Is he implying that that he has forgotten and forgiven Amisha and moved on? Vikram smiles, "The beauty about poetry is that it remains unexplained. Right now, I am concentrating on completing 1920. I would rather bury my head in work and move on than talk about the past. I had taken a break for one year after my last film as I wanted to cut myself off and work on my script. I was doing back to back small films and my creativity was getting exhausted. Now it's work and nothing else."
Since when has Vikram been writing this poetry? "Since I realised that nothing is permanent except for a piece of paper you find years later with a verse scribbled on it telling you that you were not completely happy then and you are not completely happy now..."