What does it take for you to stay in a relationship?
NATURE
A DATE WITH …..
YUVAAN THE POET.
NAME: EMMANUEL NGALA
PET NAME: YUVAANPOET
BELLAH: AT WHAT POINT DO YOU THINK YOU REGARDED YOURSELF AS A POET?
Emmanuel Ngala says he fell in love with the character of the man in an Indian movie named Yuvaan. The role the man played best explains Yuvaanpoet’s charisma and irresistible charm.
YUVAAN: I began writing poetry in my freshman year on campus while still writing short prose and articles. However, I experienced the magic of poetry in my second year, attaining this crazy boldness henceforth.
BELLAH: FOR HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WRITING?
YUVAAN: I started writing way back in 2015, but I officially kickstarted in 2017.
BELLAH: EXPLAIN YOUR EXPERIENCE AS A FIRST-TIME WRITER.
YUVAAN: I felt imperfect and non-deserving king of vibe. I had limited affection for the poetry I dispensed. In addition, negative comments were quite depressing.
BELLAH: WHAT DIFFERENCE DO YOU BRING TO THE POETRY SCENE?
YUVAAN: This is quite easy. Anyone reading my poems or hearing the voiced lyrical pieces could sense I create relatable pictures in his/her mind- a mixture of (pain), pleasure and humour.
BELLAH: WHAT IS YOUR IDEAL AUDIENCE?
YUVAAN: I am very flexible and I warmly welcome anyone who relates to my writings, but I bet I can sway the world with the love revolving around my universe and mind.
BELLAH: WHO IS YOUR BIGGEST SUPPORT?
YUVAAN: With their key roles of just showing up and being there for me, I’d say it’s my family, diehard friends and the immense love from strangers who enjoy my poetry vibes.
BELLAH: YOUR HIGHS AND LOWS IN THE WRITING PROCESS
YUVAAN: My pure bliss is when awesome poems are created in an instant. However, kinda a hard tussle creating poems when not in the right state of might. You may have the urge to write sad poems, but you’re too nostalgic to vent out.
BELLAH: WHENEVER YOU’RE WRITING A COMPLETELY DIFFICULT OR EMOTIONAL POEM, HOW DO YOU GO AROUND IT?
YUVAAN: It does sound crazy but the emotion sets in automatically because whatever I’m writing is always set in mind and I can’t force emotions.
BELLAH: HOW DO YOU PROCESS POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE REVIEWS?
YUVAAN: Well, positive feedback enhances my self-esteem and keeps me going. On the other hand, bad energy pulls me back a bit, but I get to learn and adjust effectively.
BELLAH: IF YOU’D SPEND A DAY WITH YOUR FAVOURITE POET, WHO WOULD IT BE?
YUVAAN: Mufasa and internationally, the late Maya Angelou.
BELLAH: WHAT BELIEFS AND PERSPECTIVES DID YOU GET TO LEARN, UNLEARN AND RELEARN IN YOUR POETRY JOURNEY?
YUVAAN: Definitely, consistency kept my fire alive, and to give you the best poem, lots of research and raw drafts come into play. Eventually, I had to lower my expectations of those who get to be blessed with my pieces.
BELLAH: ADVICE TO YOUR YOUNGER SELF IN THE POETRY WRITING JOURNEY.
YUVAAN: Start with what you have, you’ll be there and write until you can’t write anymore.
BELLAH: HAVE YOU CONSIDERED PUBLISHING?
YUVAAN: Oh, yes, though it’s not my priority at the moment. I’m still working on my growth and I’d say I love my pace.
BELLAH: IS THERE ANY PROJECT WE SHOULD KNOW OF?
YUVAAN: Lots of good vibes coming your way on my YouTube channel. Keep in tune.
BELLAH: FAVORITE POEM
Hold on my dear,
I know most times you cry yourself to sleep,
Your pain has become a deep part of you,
Inseparable and painful,
I know sticks and stones cannot break it’s bones or muscles,
It’s deeply rooted,
But hold on still,
I know you possess a heart of a lion,
But it’s slowly being consumed by the heart of darkness that lives within you,
It is trying to weaken you,
And make you run around like a headless chicken,
But don’t forget that you are a wreck with a heart of gold,
Yesterday they worshipped you,
But today they found a golden calf to worship,
Don’t give up yet,
You can withstand more,
Failed words and actions do not match your fire,
Just remember that you never lost,
They did,
They lost there moral compass, values, and you,
This chair your sitting in is my favorite,
It’s not comfortable,
But it’s a good teacher,
There’s a lesson at the end of the story,
Don’t get distracted,
This is all noice okay,
Rise above it,
Wash of the dust from it,
And find another field to play in.
Yuvaanpoet π°πͺ.
*HOLD ON*
BELLAH:
find on social media @yuvaanpoet
Insta https://www.instagram.com/p/CMAQU_LlszD/?igshid=eq0tz2qglf4j
Tweeter – yuvaanpoet π°πͺ
/FB Yuvaan G-joe/
tiktok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJ85R9kS/
vskit. https://s.vskit.tv/r/8aUI
Facebook page@yuvaan art and poetics ( https://www.facebook.com/159939281165008/posts/1013813909110870/?app=fbl )
Youtube channel@ yuvaan art and poetry. ( https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-Wh2XPsX6FyHADm7RYyCAQ )
Yuvaanpoet π°πͺ
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BELLAH: WOULD YOU SHARE SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF THAT READERS DON’T KNOW?
YUVAAN: I am a sucker for honesty. Fake comments do drain me.
Y ou ever imagine of how the wind whooshes in the evening,
U tterly, until you can feel nothing but just the cold sweet air brushing through your skin and lungs..
V anishing slowly but relinquishing your soul, body and mind,
A mazing right.
A bandoned hearts let’s go andβ¦
N arcissists let loose,
P anting and rapidity is lost,
O f unnaturalness too is siezed by the passing wind,
E nding all the pain and warming within and without.
T asteful mmmh! π°πͺπ _~*HEARTπBREAK*~_π
Part 1
I always wondered why there existed 2 billion songs written on heartbreak,
But that feeling ended when one couldn’t end drumming in my heart.
I met variations in the beats of my heart,
And most of the time they made me hurt.
I loved her so very much,
But in my heart she stroke a match.
I then knew why everything that burned bright faded so fast.
I made her a priority when in her life I was last.
She decided to drop me because I was a dead weight to her,
Like some shell of an old rusty car.
I wished she could burn in eternity in the lowest circle of hell,
Even though she was busy sucking life out of another man.
It was like she took a shovel and dug a hole in my heart,
She forgot that beneath this lifeless exterior I had an actual soul.
We were no longer priceless,
She took the deal and left me for dead, lifeless.
Today, I’m choking down a cocktail of pills three times a day just to feel alive.
I cannot find a perfect spot in the sea of happiness to allow me dive,
My heart is still poisoned.
I keep on remembering all the good times I stared and gazed at her but I couldn’t breathe until she drew closer,
I had to fight the distance to get to her before I died.
she meant the universe to me.
I’m not asthmatic but I had an inhaler because everytime I closed my eyes I was always drowning.
It seems I died just at the sense of her heat,
Something I shouldn’t have had a craving for.
Yuvaanpoet π°πͺ
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WATERMELON
Do you love watermelon?
I pretty love them
Forget the green label
Definitely a mystery
Cut down through it
Meet the bleeding soul
Cut down through it
Find numerous unplanted seeds
Cut deeper through it
Aches of no better war
But I guess you couldn’t
Cut down through it
Cause of the green label
You people created
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# LOVE AND HATRED
They hate to love
They push to miss
They fight to hold
They lie to open up
They wreck to build
Such is the world
They break to glue up
They dirt to clean
They tear to laugh
They take to give
They fall to rise
Such too is the world
QUOTES FOR YOU
THE MONEY TALK
Been a torment talking about money it being regarded as sensitive. However I come here yearning to learn everyday from my peers and elder ones and also help the younger one learn to appreciate these discussions. Hence these trivial questions that need your honest answers dear readers
I am hoping to have an intriguing conversation …..
SWEETENED TEMPEST
She rocks his heart
Like the Eastern drums
Though sooths the soul
With her tuned voice
She screams thy love
With all gladness
Her tides rages
Calm the mind arest
Though thorned with pain
Her roses glow in their morning
Come to think of it
How was your day?
Yesterday at a glance
Watch you jot down
Your tomorrow’s dreams
Have you achieved any?
Probably not or yes
Or you await for tomorrow
Hopefully will be one of a brighter day
We build hearty trust on tomorrow
But lay on mats today
Never healed from yesterday’s disappointment
If our tomorrow never comes
We anguish in our today
Endlessly cursing our yesterday
MY FEARS
Well I fear dogs
I fear the cockroaches
I fear tomorrow may never come
Jeez I fear heartbreaks
I do fear love
Am I alone?
Cause I fear thyself
I fear the anxieties
I fear life’s many a trials
Fear the day ending
Fear your judgement on me
As you read this
I fear ridicules
I still do fear ny expectations