Lyria prances across syllables like a monsoon breeze, a name spun from the ancient Greek lyra—an instrument of myth—and infused with the warm soul of every raga floating through an Indian evening. She carries the promise of poetry in her curves, conjuring images of sunset sitar strings and steamy masala chai, all wrapped in a single, lilting word. In the United States, Lyria has been quietly stealing hearts—showing up between five and a dozen times each year since 2010 and settling around the 935–950 rank—proof that her melody is just intriguing enough to feel fresh yet familiar. Parents drawn to her lyrical charm imagine a child whose laughter rings like temple bells at dawn and whose story will unfold with the same effortless grace as a tabla’s fast-paced beat. Pronounced LEER-ee-uh, Lyria is not just a name: she’s a living poem.