Lyric Haven

Before You Read: Every journey unfolds in steps, every tale in verses. This poem is but a fragment of a greater whole, a thread in the tapestry of words. It belongs to the  The Coda Of Secrets  trilogy, where each piece leads to the next, weaving a story that grows with time. Here’s how the journey continues: Part 1: Eternal Silence: Echoes Of An Unfinished Song [ Click here to view ] Part 2: Phantom Recital: The Unfinished Echoes [Posted On: 28/02/2026] Part 3: Final Requiem: The Composer's Last Note [Unfolding On: 3/03/2026] Introduction: "Phantom Recital: The Unfinished Echoes" delves deeper into the haunting mystery of a song that was never officially released. In this second part of our poetic journey, the composition lingers on, played each night by a spectral figure whose performance is an earnest, yet futile, attempt to complete the masterpiece. This poem captures the bittersweet longing of those who yearn for closure, while the phantom recital continues to echo ...

Before You Read: Every journey unfolds in steps, every tale in verses. This poem is but a fragment of a greater whole, a thread in the tapestry of words. It belongs to the The Coda Of Secrets  trilogy, where each piece leads to the next, weaving a story that grows with time. Here’s how the journey continues: Part 1: Eternal Silence: Echoes Of An Unfinished Song [Posted On: 25/02/2026] Part 2: Phantom Recital: The Unfinished Echoes [Arriving On: 28/02/2026] Part 3: Final Requiem: The Composer's Last Note [Unfolding On: 3/03/2026] Introduction: "Eternal Silence: Echoes of an Unfinished Song" is a reflective journey into the mystery of an abandoned melody—a soulful composition begun a decade ago that still haunts the hearts of those who remember its promise. The poem invites readers to ponder why the masterful opus was left incomplete and to explore the interplay of hope, loss, and the enigmatic power of music. As the verses unfold, the silence becomes as profound as the n...

Introduction: Some people don’t cry—not because they’re numb, but because the ache has been folded into them like a letter no one will read. This poem is for those who are told to “let go” before they’re even ready to hold what they feel. It speaks for the quiet mourners, the silent strugglers, and the ones who’ve learned that sometimes, holding on is the only way to stay whole. They say, “Let go. Just cry. Breathe it out,” as if release were a faucet we could twist at will— as if tears don’t get jammed in the throat like apologies we never learned to say. But some of us hold on, not because we love the ache, but because the ache is all we’ve got that still feels real. We store our sorrow like love letters we can’t burn— crease-folded memories pressed in silence— because even pain has a pulse, and letting go sometimes feels like dying twice. So if I don’t weep when you think I should, if I smile with a tremble behind my teeth, know this: I’m not heartless— I’m haunted. I’m just someone...

  Before You Read: Every journey unfolds in steps, every tale in verses. This poem is but a fragment of a greater whole, a thread in the tapestry of words. It belongs to the Fragments of a Star, a tetralogy where each piece leads to the next, weaving a story that grows with time. Here’s how the journey continues: Part 1: The Star That Refused To Shine [ Click here to view ] Part 2: The Light That Once Was [ Click here to view ] Part 3: The Eclipse –How I Was Broken [ Click here to view ] Part 4: The Flicker Of Uncertain Dawn [Posted On: 10/02/2026] Introduction: After a long descent into darkness, where the once brilliant star became a mere candle, a subtle shift now emerges. The Flicker of Uncertain Dawn explores the delicate balance between despair and hope. Here, a gentle reach beckons from the shadows—a possibility that renewal might be within grasp. Yet, the scars of endless giving and emotional exhaustion leave you questioning if the light can be restored or if it is bes...

  Before You Read: Every journey unfolds in steps, every tale in verses. This poem is but a fragment of a greater whole, a thread in the tapestry of words. It belongs to the Fragments of a Star, a tetralogy where each piece leads to the next, weaving a story that grows with time. Here’s how the journey continues: Part 1: The Star That Refused To Shine [ Click here to view ] Part 2: The Light That Once Was [ Click here to view ] Part 3: The Eclipse –How I Was Broken [Posted On: 7/02/2026] Part 4: The Flicker Of Uncertain Dawn [Coming On: 10/02/2026] Introduction: In this segment of my series, I explore the gradual, almost imperceptible process by which her inner light was drained away—not by one dramatic event, but by the countless small moments of giving that left her empty. She once shone brightly as a star, but in trying to illuminate the paths of others, she became a mere candle, dimming until she nearly lost herself entirely. This poem is a meditation on that slow, painfu...

Before You Read: Every journey unfolds in steps, every tale in verses. This poem is but a fragment of a greater whole, a thread in the tapestry of words. It belongs to the Fragments of a Star, a tetralogy where each piece leads to the next, weaving a story that grows with time. Here’s how the journey continues: Part 1: The Star That Refused To Shine [ Click here to view ] Part 2: The Light That Once Was [Posted On: 4/02/2026] Part 3: The Eclipse –How I Was Broken [Unfolding On: 7/02/2026] Part 4: The Flicker Of Uncertain Dawn [Coming On: 10/02/2026] Introduction: In this poem, I reminisce about days when laughter soared like birds in flight and my smile shone like a steadfast star. Yet, beneath that brilliance, subtle shadows began to form. Over time, the constant demands and unreciprocated giving chipped away at that light, leaving behind echoes of what once was. The Light That Once Was is both a celebration of that vibrant past and a bittersweet acknowledgment of the darkness tha...

Before You Read: Every journey unfolds in steps, every tale in verses. This poem is but a fragment of a greater whole, a thread in the tapestry of words. It belongs to the  Fragments of a Star , a tetralogy where each piece leads to the next, weaving a story that grows with time. Here’s how the journey continues: Part 1: The Star That Refused To Shine [Posted On: 1/02/2026] Part 2: The Light That Once Was [Arriving On: 4/02/2026] Part 3: The Eclipse –How I Was Broken [Unfolding On: 7/02/2026] Part 4: The Flicker Of Uncertain Dawn [Coming On: 10/02/2026] Introduction: This poem explores the quiet tragedy of a once radiant soul whose light has been gradually snuffed out by the relentless pressures of giving without reciprocity. “The Star That Refused to Shine” is the first part in a series that delves into the journey from vibrant radiance to a muted, mechanical existence—and leaves open the possibility of renewal. I once burned bright upon the canvas of night, But now my spark has l...

Introduction: Love is never as simple as the stories tell us. It isn’t just about stolen glances and late-night talks—it’s about fighting for each other when everything feels like it’s falling apart. But what happens when love, no matter how deep, isn’t enough? This poem gave us a story that felt real—two souls drawn together yet torn apart by who they are. This poem captures that journey: the magic of beginnings, the unraveling, and the pain of letting go. I met you on a summer day, When words were few, but eyes would say. A coffee spill, a nervous grin, That’s how our story would begin. You coded worlds, so sharp, so bright, I chased the stars, the endless night. You spoke of logic, math, and rules, I broke the norms, defied the schools. Yet somehow, in that chaos wild, We laughed, we danced, we stayed awhile. The world felt lighter, hearts took flight, As day turned dusk and wrong felt right. We’d whisper dreams in twilight hours, Get lost in books and rooftop towers. You traced t...

Introduction: The mirror weaves a tale allowing us to confront the reality. But the reality is not always what we desire, is it? Mirror, mirror, on the wall, In your gaze, she stood so tall; The mirror cracked —a sound profound, Yet no reflection there was found. She rose, her heart in trembling fright, For the mirror's gaze she dared not invite; Yet she heard it shatter, piece by piece, Until at last, its discord did cease, She reached out and claimed the largest shard, A sight of dread that left her soul jarred; In the fractured glass, her image was not to be, But a grim, spectral lady —ominous and free. A chill raced swiftly down her spine so quick, The spectral vision left her feeling sick; A scar upon her face—a mark of endless night, Bleeding slowly, stripping the beauty of its light. Her heart did halt for one transient beat, In silent halls where no voices meet; Her breath was stolen as time slipped by, While darkness reigned beneath a desolate sky. A chilling scream pierce...