Pete Sampras and Nirvana by David Linebarger

Remember your first funeral? Pete put his first Wimbledon trophy in his coach’s casket. Earlier he broke down and cried between points and games against Courier in the 1995 Australian Open quarterfinals before somehow winning the match. Tim Gullickson, brain cancer, gone. Each grain of salt vanishes/becomes the cosmic ocean. Hinduism 101. The problem in…

Quietude by Simmi

Just like a bridgeAnd the placid unfresh underwaterYour heart goes stillYour teal fades into grey I’m fishing for the cowardVersion of meSo to reveal to you the lighthouseFaraway from here in the neptune Folklores about the darknessBut in the daylightAs you are a craven like meWe make a perfect saturation The vague distant woodsCan’t see…

Writing by Stephen Allen

The internal tempest rages on From pen to roiling page Unbound, left to rend and tear Without thought or care Rant and rave, hear and there Burdens too much to bear Words of hope lust and fear As the end of the page draws near -STEPHEN ALLEN (Stoic Poetry) Stephen Allen currently resides in Austria…

When Your Cup Runneth Over by Shobana Gomes

I was thinking the other day about how long it took me to be bold enough to showcase my writing to the literary world. I had always kept it private, not wanting anyone to know that I had this knack of writing down my thoughts or delving into the deepest part of my soul to…

The Last Two Minutes of Humanity by Rahul Gaur

Everything we don’t know ages us. And because we don’t know a lot, we live so little. It is said that if we compressed the universe’s history in a 24 hour day, human life would come to fruition just 2 minutes before midnight. This is a truth that stays on the edges of our grey…

Ravenous by Charles Lyman

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before….” — Edgar Allan Poe Nietzsche didn’t get virtual reality, the benefit of mirrored aviators when fighting the demons of oneself. Becoming monsterly while combating evil shows a decided lack of lyrical aesthetic.  Dance in toe…

Justine Henin’s Backhand: Music of the Spheres by David Linebarger

I watch Justine in slow motion, the transfer of weight from back to front foot, the coiling uncoiling of the legs the hips the shoulders the core. (Is it true she did a thousand sit ups a day?) Justine’s one-handed backhand, “the most beautiful shot in tennis” (John McEnroe). If all life could be as…

The Enchanted Forest by Saania Saxena

Not far from sight Lies a forest I’ve never seen The trees and the bushes Glimmeringly green I take tiny steps As I walk into the mist To a world of enchantment I never knew would exist The day has begun With the sun wide awake The endearing tweeting of birds The dawn chorus they…

Whittled Down by the Steam by Chitra Gopalakrishnan

“Let me go,” I command my younger brother Subbu, “at eighteen, I know what I want and what I don’t.”  My voice rasps and echoes in my ears. Even though my uncordial words make his ten-year-old eyes widen with nervousness and bewilderment, I continue. Perhaps as I intend them more for me than for him….

Huntress – The Fiery Empress by Meenu Saini

Celestial crown Hidden far from naked eyes Diamonds and stones Dauntless saviour possess collapsed castle The empress Denies to impress Fascinate fairy Heals herself through bruises Nostalgic and merciful Embellishes the world with grace The enchantress Inspires to express Shrewd souls Manipulate the mystical majesty Believer and beware Ignites the destiny through stars The heiress…

The Pen’s Lament by Deepthy

With every word I pen down, I see how your innate melody distorts them to fall in line with the tune, you were born with. In all its splendour and glory, I see your music seeping into the hearts of the grieved and happy. The music whose essence I create. As I write and scratch…

Space & The City by Anand R Raghavan

In a city magically reclaimed from the anarchic sea, a constant search for space defines its people. Three out of every five families in Mumbai live in single room homes. Tightly packed across slums or around chawl courtyards that pepper the landscape of the city. The lines between private and public are blurred in these…

There Were Only Two People in Isolation

(A short story in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation into English by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm) I was at her doorstep on a Sunday morning, an estate at the end of a fading colourless dirt road leading into town. Completely dissipated was the mist, leaving the enormous courtyard frozen in an eerie icy chill….

Welcome to MasticadoresIndia!

A very warm welcome to MasticadoresIndia. We begin a new journey. May it never end. As we bid goodbye to August and September beckons us forward, I would like to wish you all a wonderful change of season. There’s much magic in the air.  Can you feel it? Well, I can see it and have…