#ASURA CRYIN GRIM REAPER TORRENT MOVIE#

There was no better remix of the old favorite: Khoya Khoya Chand, that song of longing was fit with a beautiful eerie. Oh! my o my, I thought it had huge promise and delivered too it did seem to have a small flick feel with all the new comers, but what a lovely flick that was. They are all tales or a very strong male, no no, the women are not just lookers-on, but it’s just that I felt the Solo was a Dulquer portfolio folder.īijoy was a director, I found interesting from the very first flick of his I saw, Shaitan. But the other 3 tales are far better woven. The stammer in the first story was over done so was that story, and it really seemed like Bejoy had gotten it all wrong. D ulquer Salmaan gets to play 4 very different characters in the 4 stories.

There are strong performances in the film. Have you seen Aditi Rao Hydari in Wazir? Exactly!, that’s the point!

#ASURA CRYIN GRIM REAPER TORRENT MOVIE#

There is something to Bejoy’s camera when it gazes at women: Juhi Babbar was ravishing in that short film where no words were spoken, a movie Bejoy made over a decade ago with Mohanlal – Reflection. Haven’t seen Ann Augustine in a long, long time. And then Ann Augustine who walks in and out of the ‘world of trilok’, with the camera looking on longingly forĪ wee bit more, we plead. There are 4 stories in here and Bejoy goes off on some Shiva path, for depth? Well, can’t tell really why, all it does is add an illustration to the title page of every each storyĭhansika, Arthi Venkatesh, Sruthi Hariharan, Neha Sharma are absolutely gorgeous and the camera is calm, firm and is often gentle and even emits warm glow, not for a moment does it seem voyeuristic. Guns N’ Roses – Paradise City, would have sounded right when the credits rolled. It’s sensuous! and Dulquer is a rock star! That is about sums the movie up succinctly. The girls are beautiful and so are the locales and both these are shot beautifully. The home scene mightn’t be any good eitherīut no engagement with the crisis that wandering the streets outside our doorĪnd i lean on the lord to keep his miracles working just for me and mine. The whispers over the gloom from a land far awayĪ few wafts of music to bind and assure us for nowīehaviour of people at work is terse, the virus has unleashed fearĪnd the cure perhaps was to move towards humanityīut the practice seems to be to reach it going the other wayĪs right in theory as Columbus’ of getting east traveling west

The physical world is perishing into a new life No no not just in my mind, no not anymore What i grope for to find in this ebbing life, from darkness Keys that ink, which will try and spell out Well, these few sentences does keep me on the Where the roads that you didn’t know existed Of a work-life that brings stress even as they talk otherwise There is calm in it, and there still is an ache While the writing as I know it was always about coming backĪnd this time too, though I could only find time in the time of Corona The other attempts were all about running away. I stayed off the writing to get from healingĪnd thus keep me in the Now for that while longer In exchange for a present that we have shut out?

We helpless stare at the stupid we are, unwilling to change.Īnd hope our amassed wealth will take us into the future Oh, yes, last year we collectively realised that we were causeįor the misery unleashed upon us and together will heal ourselves and the earth we destroyed.Īh! But as soon as we frightened the virus with banging of plates,Īnd now the reaper is back in renewed vigour and anger

The life giving vaccine makes me tired for few daysīut are the gained days for a better life?ĭoes a new tomorrow beckon us or are we holding on to our yesterdays?īut at all conscious times, we beg of the lord for mercy. That we might stumble upon the real meaning of this life. Words warm the heart and i hope for a noble death. The lover bids me from afar, ‘be safe’, for our sakes she says. Oh no, the thin line between stupid and daring When an irritation at the throat causes me toīelieve it is the sharpened sythe of the grimreaper probing my thin hope. Many folks we know exit too, as we await our turn. The crematoriums gush with further smoke. How saving yourself is the only thing to do The impending predicted cooling showers our slim hope,īut the sun soon sets and the night casts a long deep shadow.įear drives us from each other, we scream silently for helpĪnd then bury our heads in sand to protect ourselves.įriends call to tell you how bad it can get enlightened by their own suffering The blood spills outside, the dark clouds hang overhead, and the winds are still. Our days are spent within the gloom of our walls. Adorned themselves in red blossoms for their special month.Īnd many many human lives bleed away, turning the flowers further crimson.

Asura cryin grim reaper torrent