Why Did you go??

One of my friends lost a closed one recently. This is for her. I just hope that she is back to normal soon.



There were days we were friends,
There were days you were more than that,
My eyes search for you frantically,
Now that you arent there, I need you the most,
Where have you gone leaving me all alone?

I was young when you always took me out for walks,
Holding my little hand tight, you would tell me about life,
You would tell me that I was the best thing that happened to you both,
You would pick me up and carry me home like a tiny flower ,
Tell me!! where have you gone leaving me all alone?

I remember the days when you would wait for me at nights,
You would sit up late to watch me walk in safe,
You would pry your best to know the special one of mine,
You would always push me through those tough times in life,
Why then, have you gone now leaving me all alone?


You were the first one I would call and would share everything with you,
There were moments of sadness and endless happiness too,
I remember we always took sides to get even with mom,
And you would end up pampering me for livening up the house,
Where have you gone now leaving me all alone?

Even though you are gone away , I can feel your soul around,
I know you will listen every time, I call your name aloud,
It will be the same I promise you, as you are etched within my soul,
I will still talk to you about everything that happens to me in life,
And yet I want to know, why have you gone leaving me alone?



V.V.Vikram

Reflections: An attempt at song writing

REFLECTIONS
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Is there truth in my reflections,
Or do I see what I want to see....yeah yeah,
Is there a sense of fascination,
To be a someone whos not me...yeah yeah


With a passion to defy,
I feel like the catcher in the rye,
Always looking for an alibi,
To my reflections, I have turned a blind eye.

I know I live in false utopia,
My brain's all knocked out and I sit tight,
But in this battle with my alter,
The wrong will always win over right.


And I have spread my wings to fly,
This is where I am gonna live and die,
Got a hang of this bitch, shes called life
To my reflections, I have turned blind.



V.V.VIKRAM

THAT RUSTY OL' GUITAR

a tribute to Beta Version!!!!



THAT RUSTY OL' GUITAR


Lying in the corner, her soul's so sweet,
She wants to be played with like good ol' times,
She wants to be pushed, she wants to be swayed,
The rusty old guitar still wants it her way.


She wants to be played in the cold air breeze,
Droplets of rain, trickling down her spine,
Oh how she loves it when I pick her up and play,
The rusty old guitar still wants it her way.


Everyones left and gone so far
My rusty ol' guitar...just stay the way you are.


There are days when we smiled and pulled her out,
She leaned on us when we wanted to cry,
We played her all night, we played her all day,
The rusty ol'guitar just stayed awake.

We have all moved on, moving different ways,
Something brings us back to ourselves every day,
Its her, the guitar that makes us feel a rush,
She feels like a woman and she makes us say..



Everyones left and gone so far
My rusty ol' guitar...just stay the way you are.

Alone I Sit

Some people always remain silent during journeys.....a tribute to them...LOL



Alone she sits, somewhere in the back,
The feeling of aloofness thrills her,
She stays in solitude all the while,
Till she has reached the very last mile.

She looks out the window and she sees a new world,
A world that is empty and yet one that is full,
She reaches out to people by sitting where she is,
She tries to understand them, in it she finds bliss.


She listens to the music, till it starts to haunt,
It takes her on a time machine, in a jiffy she is gone,
She thinks about the future and dwells in the past,
All the time she wishes that this moment should last.


The journey always comes to an end, it happens everyday,
Coming back to the real world, she has to act like its a play,
She waits for the journey back as the day comes to an end,
In that last seat of that dark bus, she is her only friend

V.V.Vikram

Wonder Why????

A thought this one....just a thought....



Many years its been since I heard from her,
Wonder how she must be doing today,
Is she still the same like she used to be,
Or is she like how she acted that day.

Its weird, how once in a very long while,
A ghost comes back to life,
You go back that lane only to find,
The memories are fresh and to stay.


A few words said changed everything,
We trurned strangers in a span of minutes,
What was left were memories,
But she did not care a damn anyways.

I moved on, I had an ego to feed,
I stumbled but I straightened along,
Like the silver screen I played my part,
And i decided it was better this way.


It was friendhip after all, so what was the deal,
Hadnt she understood me enough by then,
I tried my bit to put things on track,
And thats all i have to say.

Every year, a time comes when I sit and think of the past,
The fun, the laughter and the crazy things said,
It was always so much of fun,
You cant do much when some people want to keep a distance anyway.

In search of myself

Its been a while since i posted stuff....but i did not stop writing all this while.....in fact i wrote more than ever before.....so posting it all together...eat this....

There is a fire raging in my heart somewhere,
In my eyes there is a storm that brews,
I feel stranded in this city of none,
Where life is sad and people are confused.


Is there something new that you see in me?
Have I become a stranger for you?
Why am i unable to relate to things here?
Even the mirror fails to acknowledge me.


The heart always looks for reasons to flutter,
Then why has mine turned into a stone,
The heart always looks for times to bond,
Then why do I want to stay alone.



Come hold me and take me back,
Whisper to me my past again,
Take me back to that very place,
Where i knew no sadness, where i knew no pain.


V.V.Vikram

The Monotony of Reality Shows

One of the good things about coming back home is that you are reintroduced to the idiot box every time. The last two weeks was catching up time.I have to confess that the sense of reunion with the television and the new IPL season just did not allow me to blog at all. I was for a moment worried whether I will ever get back to writing.


Coming to the point straight away. I have been quite disappointed with what I see on the television these days. This whole plethora of reality shows. Not only are there too many of them but they are re-run zillions of times in a day. So do not lose heart if you missed the politics and scandals of the roadies show or the bitching behind the scenes of a dance show, you can watch it the next day 5 times and so you can watch it 35 times in a week. You will get so familiar with the episode that you will become judgemental and emotional and actually start supporting or hating the characters involved. So the show owners now have their ultimate aim achieved....TRPs!!!


When it started off with the Indian Idol and POPSTARS in India, it was a fresh concept these reality shows. You enjoyed them and now I detest them. I hate it when they leave it to the audience to decide.

I will tell you what happens. Today when I watch a reality show religiously, I want to watch it 'aaram se' with no tension. I dont want to pick up my phone and vote any more. I have done enough of it. When I do not, I somehow see that the deserving ones lose. Then the anchors and judges start blaming you as if you were deciding everything. They instil a feeling of guilt in you. Assuming that i do vote, I still see the deserving ones lose, because in India the voting system for a television show is similar to that of politics. Its caste based and religion based and not talent based.

My favourite TV programme till date has remained SA RE GA MA which was hosted by Sonu Nigam and then Shaan. They always left the decision to the judges and always the best man won. Then you would say that it could never be called a reality show. Who wants one?

The standard of these shows has dropped big time. The kind of language that is used is pretty bad (cos the youngsters are always watching). Reality shows show more bizarre incidents happening on the sets than the concept itself. TRP ke liye saala kuch bhi karega.

Honestly speaking I am completely against censorship and yet ironically people are making so much fuss about content in movies when a simple soap or a show is already causing more harm (to the culture as they say) on a daily basis.

Anyways, I hope these guys realise the monotony they are causing and try and make something different and please to all you owners of the shows- whatever you do, dont ask for votes.