Across Mirage Of Life Volume I

His bristly strokes adorn a vast canvas, creating a colossal compilation of poems. “Across Mirage of Life” marks his third published work, a poetic Mausoleum dedicated to his beloved wife Saroja Satheesh. These poetic Mausoleums have become a signature of his soulful vision – across mirage of life. A Passionate hug a passionate hug, I hear your heart, your heartbeat, the chirp of your soul. Lovebird sings. I hear mine too. Through soft music, song of souls. Lovebirds sing. Together we hear the Symphony of millions, the music of souls. Echo of spirits, deep in and out, vibrate in rhythm, love boundless. In the ocean of love, one with the cosmos, we merge in every atom, one soul; one song. I embrace, merging in oneness. I breathe in breathe out. Turning into a dream, I fly high, and as I float, my wings cover the entire universe. We disappear in subtle softness. When you call I reverberate, from silence the world around replies to my wish! End my monologue.

His bristly strokes adorn a vast canvas, creating a colossal compilation of poems. “Across Mirage of Life” marks his third published work, a poetic Mausoleum dedicated to his beloved wife Saroja Satheesh. These poetic Mausoleums have become a signature of his soulful vision – across mirage of life. A Passionate hug a passionate hug, I hear your heart, your heartbeat, the chirp of your soul. Lovebird sings. I hear mine too. Through soft music, song of souls. Lovebirds sing. Together we hear the Symphony of millions, the music of souls. Echo of spirits, deep in and out, vibrate in rhythm, love boundless. In the ocean of love, one with the cosmos, we merge in every atom, one soul; one song. I embrace, merging in oneness. I breathe in breathe out. Turning into a dream, I fly high, and as I float, my wings cover the entire universe. We disappear in subtle softness. When you call I reverberate, from silence the world around replies to my wish! End my monologue.

His bristly strokes adorn a vast canvas, creating a colossal compilation of poems. "Across Mirage of Life" marks his third published work, a poetic Mausoleum dedicated to his beloved wife Saroja Satheesh. These poetic Mausoleums have become a signature of his soulful vision - across mirage of life. A Passionate hug a passionate hug, I hear your heart, your heartbeat, the chirp of your soul. Lovebird sings. I hear mine too. Through soft music, song of souls. Lovebirds sing. Together we hear the Symphony of millions, the music of souls. Echo of spirits, deep in and out, vibrate in rhythm, love boundless. In the ocean of love, one with the cosmos, we merge in every atom, one soul; one song. I embrace, merging in oneness. I breathe in breathe out. Turning into a dream, I fly high, and as I float, my wings cover the entire universe. We disappear in subtle softness. When you call I reverberate, from silence the world around replies to my wish! End my monologue.

A woman living the nine lives of a cat becomes a history teacher and teaches underdog history lessons from experience.

A mind-bending novel in which an alternate history of 9/11 and its aftermath uncovers startling truths about America and the Middle East 11/9/2001: Christian fundamentalists hijack four jetliners. They fly two into the Tigris & Euphrates World Trade Towers in Baghdad, and a third into the Arab Defense Ministry in Riyadh. The fourth plane, believed to be bound for Mecca, is brought down by its passengers. The United Arab States declares a War on Terror. Arabian and Persian troops invade the Eastern Seaboard and establish a Green Zone in Washington, D.C. . . . Summer, 2009: Arab Homeland Security agent Mustafa al Baghdadi interrogates a captured suicide bomber. The prisoner claims that the world they are living in is a mirage—in the real world, America is a superpower, and the Arab states are just a collection of "backward third-world countries." A search of the bomber's apartment turns up a copy of The New York Times, dated September 12, 2001, that appears to support his claim. Other captured terrorists have been telling the same story. The president wants answers, but Mustafa soon discovers he's not the only interested party. The gangster Saddam Hussein is conducting his own investigation. And the head of the Senate Intelligence Committee—a war hero named Osama bin Laden—will stop at nothing to hide the truth. As Mustafa and his colleagues venture deeper into the unsettling world of terrorism, politics, and espionage, they are confronted with questions without any rational answers, and the terrifying possibility that their world is not what it seems. Acclaimed novelist Matt Ruff has created a shadow world that is eerily recognizable but, at the same time, almost unimaginable. Gripping, subversive, and unexpectedly moving, The Mirage probes our deepest convictions and most arresting fears.

Set in a closed desert kingdom in our own times, it tells how Sayeed, a good but unexceptional man, finds love with a woman who would have been beyond his reach had not poverty and widowhood brought her low. The scene is set with unpretending tenderness: the hospital where Sayeed works, the kindness of his friends, the struggle to make a decent home for his new wife Latifa and her child, the bustle of his brother's home, the simple wedding. Heat, dirt and squalor are the backdrop to the tragedy, Latifa, confused and far from home, the terrified victim. Petty jealousy, sexual desire and religious fervour combine to bring her down and to leave the reader stunned.