• Love

    Like a Bird

    I hold us with an open hand.As she lays wet and heavy, poignant.Like an evening sky, twilight.But you can neither tell how black is the nightnor how light is the dawn. She promises sincere mischief,whatever that means.She clasps like a lover.She bites like a mistress.She promises she will kiss the old me.And asks whether I will kiss the old her. I hold her with an open hand.She eats me whole. — I have been looking at things wrong.Like a bird in the sky,as wide and as high I can,but only as wide and only as high I can. She flies elsewhere, rides the winds I do not follow.She jumps into…

  • Elvin Shalmiev
    Love

    Undoing the Frost

    The rush of thoughts are tempting to stir. Morbidly warm to soak into. Melancholy wafts over like a welcome blanket. I trip, and trip again. I grab my corner and a sinful brew. Staring out and delving within. Diving into the sticky mess. It licks my arms. Gushes between my legs. My mess is a rabid river. I bite it and it bites me back. My mess. I forget I make it. It continues to make me. — The ease and unease of undressing.Waiting, simply.Asking, despite a thumping heart.The ground shaking beauty of being so utterly naked because you love. — A taste never forgotten.Stubborn. Compulsive. Obsessive. At our weakest,…

  • Archive

    Hairy Legs

    I was involved in a powerful perceptive experiment last week, contributing to Yao Chen’s (Betty) photography project for college. She studies the art at UvA. The theme was CONTRAST, and she was manifesting it through psychological biases we nurture. These biases are in-built, and we assume them without question. This makes it worthy of thought. What if you are presented with a conflicting situation, and then you realise that it is only your perception and your pre-conceived notions, that is leading to the conflict? Betty had been scouting for material. First was the human association of toys with children, and she wondered if they can be paired with the elderly.…

  • On Management

    Building Brand Fundamentals at Eské

    In April 2017, I switched from real estate services to luxury retail. It was a natural transition, since the work basics of brand building are sector agnostic and I have always been following luxury, fashion and lifestyle through industry publications. I had two additional options – one being a leading hospitality group while the other being an established sports franchise – but Eské offered the necessary challenge of building an organisation up from scratch. How does one really enter a (perceived-to-be) saturated consumer market, with existing category leaders, at a negligible (MVP) budget, when the product being sold is not an essential? I had to figure that out. SK Exports…

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    Love

    My clumsy poetry

    I waited for you, expecting you to provide sanity amid all the insanity around. But you had things to do. And I gave in to the madness. And before I stopped waiting for you, I knew I had stopped waiting for myself. — Look around. A pretty face. And one more. Many more. A new fancy everyday. Whom would you kiss? Whom would you nibble at? Whose skin would you bite away and lick every naked crevice you can find as they shiver and surrender before the beast that you are. Whose hand would you hold? Whose eyes would you get lost into? Whose hair would you run your fingers…

  • Courtesy: An Le
    Love,  People

    Fall is here. It fills me.

    She had just sung a song for me, a melody of her own making. She had sung it with all abandon. And now she was looking right at me. Waiting. I saw her smiling wide. Lush brown waves falling over her shoulders. Eyes moist, and bright as sunshine, so brown, a rich roast. I smiled back, lost for words. Wondering which words would aptly describe the earth shaking beneath my feet. What words to describe the smell of her spring in these cold autumn winds. That I lived every note she had written, tracing them through my mad stories. How do I say that her song had taken me on a…