Lyric Haven

Introduction: Strength is often forged in fire. This poem celebrates resilience, transformation, and the journey of rising from the ashes of pain into a renewed sense of self. I smile with pride When I gaze into her eyes, Recalling how she moved on From a life woven in lies. She wept through endless days, Faced sleepless, tortured nights; Living in a realm of darkness, Where even the sun lost its light. Once so frail, she’d flee her woes, Running from troubles that chased her way; Yet now she stands, unbowed and strong, Transforming pain into a brighter day. Behold her now, fighting fiercely, Braving storms with resolute grace; Who could have believed that the weak Could rise with such awe-inspiring pace? I recall the trivial sorrows, The tears shed for ephemeral things; Now her eyes have hardened, unyielding, Even as loss’s bitter echo rings. Her resurrection from a bitter past Is the anthem of her soul’s rebirth; Days that stole her innocence and youth Now fuel her relentless quest...

Introduction: "Chromatic Odyssey" is a poetic exploration of the human spirit, where colors become metaphors for the multifaceted nature of personality and emotion. This work invites you to embark on a vibrant journey—a journey that mirrors the myriad hues of our inner world. It is a brushstroke capturing passion, introspection, mystery, and unity, urging us to see our lives as ever-evolving canvases painted with experience. Within the silent gallery of time, Our colors blend in rhythm and rhyme. A flash of scarlet sparks desire, Fueling hearts set boldly on fire. Some wear the fire of crimson bold, A heart untamed, a story told. With passion fierce and spirit bright, They paint the world in burning light. In crimson waves, love takes its flight, A burning glow in endless night. Fierce and wild, yet soft and true, A heartbeat wrapped in ruby hue. In tranquil shades of calming blue, Deep mysteries find a home anew. Cool reflections in a silent stream, Mirror the soul’s soft,...

Introduction:  Sometimes, we wait for someone to save us—from pain, from fear, from the heaviness that pulls us under. But this poem is about a deeper truth: that the hand we wait for might not come from outside. That in our darkest hour, healing often begins when we choose to rise—when we become the hand we were waiting for.   He wakes with salt caught in his throat On the seabed near a broken boat. Amidst the dark, he barely sees— His face is streaked with silent pleas. He tries to move, but all in vain, His limbs held fast by chains of pain. He thrashes hard to free his frame, Still clutching guilt he cannot name. He pleads, he cries, he shouts and yelps, Hoping someone, somewhere helps. But he’s too deep beneath the sun, Where light can’t reach—not even one. His mind unravels, he's a mess, Still tangled in unspoken stress. Ensnared again by shadows' chain, Though every breath resists the pain. The fear returns—it always stays. But this time, he will face the maze. His eyes...

Introduction: Some love stories are never given the chance to bloom. Torn apart by rivalry, history, or fate, they exist only in what-ifs. This poem tells the tragic tale of a love caught in the crossfire of a world that would not allow it. In the quiet dusk of separate lives, Our hearts whisper across a chasm— A secret language of smiles and unshed tears. Two souls bound by longing, Each beat echoing the other’s name, Even as walls of lineage and duty rise high. We stand on opposite banks of a forbidden river, Where every stone and current is etched With the history of our families— Their voices, a chorus of unyielding tradition, Drowning our dreams in a tide of “cannot” and “must not.” Yet, in the hush of midnight’s embrace, When the stars spill silver confessions Across a velvet sky, Your gaze finds mine in every constellation, Reminding me that love is a quiet rebellion— A promise that distance is only measured In footsteps, not in the pull of our hearts. I reach for you in the sil...

Introduction: A brother’s love is both fierce and gentle. This poem pays homage to the silent protectors in our lives—those who shield us from storms and guide us through the darkest nights. It is a tribute to strength, responsibility, and the unspoken promise to always stand by those we love. In the ruin of silence, where sorrow had stayed,  A boy became stone, though his heart was afraid.  He was a keeper of shadows and flame,  A guardian, a brother—no fortune, no fame.  He stood at the edge of childhood’s dusk, A boy with burdens too heavy to trust. The weight of loss, the echoes of past, Yet in his arms, a love meant to last.  The world pressed hard, cold and unkind,  Yet softer threads began to bind—  A tiny hand, a trembling face,  She was his solace, his saving grace.   She was a whisper, timid and small, A fragile bird afraid to call. But he became her sky, her light, Guiding her through the longest night. She clung to him—fragi...