"What If She Reads This?" (I Might Be Ruining My Future Life)
Introduction :
“What If She Reads This?” is a playful, self-aware poem exploring the funny fears of falling in love with someone who hasn’t even arrived yet. It imagines all the sweet chaos, drama, and passion that might come when my future queen finally reads your words. Both humorous and honest, it’s a reminder that real love is never boring—and worth every bit of the madness.
"What If She Reads This?"
(I Might Be Ruining My Future Life)
Most poems I write are on love and such,
Marriage, feelings, future stuff—not much.
And yes, I always say it's just my thought,
Future planning, not someone I caught.
But now I think—what if she reads this?
Before we even meet or talk like this?
What if my words reach her too fast,
Before she becomes my girl at last?
She’ll read my poems and lose control,
Start acting like drama was her goal.
Even if she was calm and sweet before,
Now she’ll bring drama like never before.
She’ll check my phone every five minutes,
Like I’m hiding secrets in little digits.
She’ll want lunch outside, and dinner too,
And morning tea with a mountain view.
She’ll want a long drive every single night,
Even if I’m tired or low on might.
If I miss one gift—just one, that’s all—
She won’t talk to me till next fall.
She’ll ask for a new nickname hourly,
And glare if I say “babe” too sourly.
I’ll write poems, and if one’s not right,
She’ll cry more tears than a rainy night.
I’ll sit there stuck till I get it fixed,
While she stares like emotions got mixed.
And when I finally say the right line,
She’ll smile like the moon chose to shine.
She’ll be my sultana, my sweet royal pain,
But I'd go through it all again and again.
Not because I love misery—not at all—
But because boring love feels too small.
What’s biryani without some spice?
A jalebi without sugar isn’t nice.
Life without drama? Too flat for me.
Even chaos can taste like glee.
So yeah—I’ll take all her moods and noise,
‘Cause some of us aren’t regular boys.
We love with all, and give the world too,
To the one we love—and that’s just true.
And to the boys who think I’m insane:
Change yourself, or stay plain.
Love isn’t fear—it’s full of fire,
And you must rise to what she’ll require.
Bring her the gifts—don’t skip a day,
Or she’ll make you pay in her own way.
She’s earned her place, she wears your name,
Respect her heart—don’t play the game.
And yes, that knife? It’s just her way
Of saying, “Be honest every day.”
No lies allowed, no trust denied,
Or face the truth with nowhere to hide.
— Shahzad Sulaiman
Explanation in clear words :
Most of the poems I write are about love, marriage, or something related. I always make it clear that these poems are just my thoughts and future planning. But lately, I’ve started thinking—what if my future wife somehow reads them before we even meet or before we get married? What would happen then?
In short, I’m probably just setting myself up for a miserable future by writing these poems. Let me explain it better: when she reads my poems, she’s going to know exactly how I think, and she might turn into a full-time drama queen—even if she wasn’t one before.
I’ll have to get my phone checked every five minutes. She’ll demand breakfast, lunch, and dinner outside the house. She’ll ask for long drives every night and expect a gift every single day. And if I ever forget, she won’t even talk to me or look at me for weeks.
She’ll want a new nickname every hour. I’ll have to write for her every day, and if I write something she doesn’t like, she’ll start crying with tears bigger and heavier than rainwater—until I write something that melts her heart. Only then will the tear-rain stop, and she’ll smile like a sultana—my sultana.
But honestly, I’d accept all these “problems” gladly—not because I hate my life or love misery, but because life without a little mischief feels boring and lifeless. I mean, what’s biryani without spices? What’s jalebi without sugar? So what’s life without a little drama?
Maybe I’d rather stay single, but truthfully, to some boys, love and loyalty mean more than the whole world—and in return, they’re willing to give the world to the one they love. Maybe I fall into that category too.
And to the boys who think otherwise: change yourselves, or your life will feel tasteless. Just remember—bring gifts every day for your drama queen, the same girl who’s using your name as her last name since marriage. And yes, she deserves every single one of her demands.
So fulfill them all… unless you want to be chased by an angry wife with a knife, trying to give you exactly what you deserve.
Cultural Word Meanings (Glossary):
Sultana
Meaning: A royal queen or female ruler (from Islamic/Mughal history).
In poem: Refers to the woman as a majestic, important figure—his queen.
Biryani
Meaning: A flavorful South Asian rice dish made with spices, meat, and sometimes vegetables.
In poem: Symbolizes something exciting and full of flavor—like a spicy relationship.
Jalebi
Meaning: A sweet, spiral-shaped South Asian dessert soaked in sugary syrup.
In poem: Represents sweetness, joy, and the idea that love should be full of delight.
Tea with a mountain view
Meaning: A romantic, peaceful experience—having tea while enjoying beautiful nature.
In poem: Symbolizes her desire for special, thoughtful moments.
Drama
Meaning: Emotional intensity, mood swings, or theatrical behavior (used playfully).
In poem: Describes the ups and downs that come with love, but in an affectionate way.
Disclaimer:
This poem is a fictional, playful take on love and relationships. It’s meant for entertainment and emotional expression—not to stereotype or generalize.
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