Lyric Haven

Introduction: The poem is about saving our planet. It’s not a choice, but a duty of each and every individual. In a world where nature softly calls, Forests gift us life with every breath; Yet we let their mighty splendor fall, Chopping hope away with each slow death. Oceans, once vibrant, deep, and blue, Now don a pallid, weary hue; Creatures of the deep have bid adieu, Vanishing from the world we once knew. Diwali’s firecrackers light the night, While ceaseless traffic roars its disarray; Pollution’s heavy hand dims the light, Stealing the sun’s forgiving ray. Mountains stood as guardians of time, Their peaks a testament to ancient grace; Yet climate’s wrath, relentless and prime, Transforms their beauty, leaving its trace. Let us unite our voices far and wide, For every small act can mend the rift; In humble deeds, let hope reside— A gentle, healing, collective gift. Our ultimate dream—a planet renewed, A fabric of care and compassion interlaced; Not marred by strife or hope subdu...

Introduction: What if the future is already breaking? This poem speaks of a world once filled with promise, now crumbling beneath the weight of choices made long after and diary notes seem to warn you about your course of action. I woke to dawn’s soft golden hue, a day like any before, yet something whispered in my mind— a sign I couldn’t ignore. A sudden urge, a fleeting thought, led me to lift my pillow’s weight, beneath it lay a folded note, its words inscribed by fate. The inked confession chilled my skin, a tale of sorrow—written by me? It spoke of love that burned then broke, of wounds I’d yet to see. At first, I brushed the words aside, a trick my weary mind had spun, but every morning, new notes came— a war I’d lost before begun. Each letter bled of love and loss, of heartbreak I had never known, yet as I read, a thought took root— could time be set in stone? Then came the day I saw the date, the truth rang clear, a hollow chime— these words were warnings from myself, a ghost...

Introduction: There are voices the world refuses to listen to—stories left in the shadows, truths buried beneath silence. This poem is about the struggles that remain unseen. Beneath the surface, dark and wide, Where muffled cries meet shattered dreams, A world unfolds in muted tides, Silent, yet bursting at the seams. The cries of women stain the night, Smothered beneath the weight of dread; Their dreams—a flicker lost to fright, While shadows loom where hope once bled. In homes where love should softly bloom, There lurks a shadow, cruel and cold, A whispered threat, a pending doom, As hearts are shattered, spirits sold. Domestic violence hides its face, Behind closed doors, where silence reigns, Each bruise a memory, every trace A mark that lingers, tied with chains. And gender’s fight, an uphill climb, Where women still are taught their place, While men are measured by a line That stifles both in this cruel race. The world demands conformity, A rigid box for each to fit, Yet heart...

In troduction: Grief has a way of stretching across time, binding us to moments we never got to live. But love—love is different. Love lingers, it whispers, it finds a way back to us, even when we think all is lost. This is a story of loss, of a soul that never truly left, and of a heartbeat that found its way home. She lay between whispers and wires, breath a thread unraveling slow. Beyond the hush, a baby cried— soft fists pounding against the quiet, a family waiting for the tide to turn. Drifting backward, she saw shadows move, a lullaby lost in an empty room. A name she once whispered, never spoken aloud, echoed through time, gentle but unreturned. She had traced his name in whispered prayers, letters never cradled, never called. A heartbeat stolen, a silence torn— ripped from the warmth of a mother’s world. She had dreamt of fingers curled in hers, but death had closed his hand too soon. Monitors hummed, then fell to hush— a single note stretched thin, then gone. Gasps broke the ...

Introduction: Some love stories never get the chance to bloom. Some vows remain unspoken, lost to fate’s cruel hand. This poem tells the tragic tale of a love cut short, a wedding tainted by violence, and a groom left with nothing but memories and echoes of the love that was stolen from him. The colors of joy lit up the sky, As he knelt down with love in his eye. An emerald ring, a perfect band, At last, he placed in her trembling hand. Her cheeks were brushed with hues of pink, He gazed at her, afraid to blink. Oh, what a sight—a dream so true, With her in his arms, his world felt new. Soon began the wedding cheer, Their hearts were light, their love sincere. The engagement night was filled with glee, With laughter, teasing, and jubilee. The wedding day arrived so fast, With nerves and joy—this day at last! A fleeting fear, a strange unease, Yet brushed aside like passing breeze. He sat beneath the floral dome, Awaiting his bride to take her throne. His restless heart drew laughs so ...