"Love in Chaos and Anger" (When her anger melts into ice cream)
Introduction : Some nights are peaceful… and some nights start with a phone call that feels like a warning. This is one of those nights — the kind where love sounds a lot like a threat. I was just minding my own business, being a decent human being… until Maryam decided my peace was illegal. Now in my defense, I was actually trying to be romantic for once — a rare and dangerous decision. What followed was confusion, panic… and me realizing I might not survive her mood. But if you know me, you already know — I talk first, think later… especially when it comes to her but somehow, she didn’t kill me for it.
Maryam confronts Shahzad, where anger hides unspoken love.This image captures the emotional core of the poem — a moment where misunderstanding creates distance, yet love refuses to disappear.
"Love in Chaos and Anger"
(When her anger melts into ice cream)
I sat in the library, quiet and still,
Reading a book just to pass time at will.
Then suddenly, my phone lit up bright—
Maryam was calling me late that night.
I smiled and answered softly,
“Hi Mary… my strawberry, how are you?”
Her voice was low, yet filled with fire,
“Where are you? Don’t push me higher.
Come meet me now at F-9 Park—
Right now—don’t argue in the dark.”
I tried to calm her, keep things cool,
“I’m in the library… reading a book.”
I thought my words would calm her down,
But instead, her anger spread around.
“Oh really? A book? That’s your excuse?
Five minutes only—no more use.
Or I’ll be there to end your story.”
The call cut off… no bye nor sorry.
I dropped the book and rushed outside,
My heartbeat loud, no place to hide.
I reached the park in hurried pace;
She stood there tense, anger on her face.
Her eyes were sharp, her silence loud,
Like thunder waiting in a cloud.
I walked up slow and spoke with care,
“Mary… what happened? Why this glare?
My sweet fairy, soft and sweet,
How did you turn like this tonight?
Tell me, please, what did I do?”
She raised a letter into view.
“What is this? Were you drunk that day,
When writing all these words this way?”
I smiled and said, “With love I wrote
Each little line, each heartfelt note.
Did I forget some words for you?”
But her elbow hit me before I knew.
“AAAII!” I cried and bent in pain;
She puffed her cheeks and glared again.
“You call this letter ‘love,’ my dear?
It sounds more sharp than sweet to hear.
Be glad these people fill the park…
Or you’d be silent after dark.”
“This you call a love-filled letter?
Honestly, you should do better.
Fine—I’ll read it out right here,
Then tell me if it sounds sincere.”
I stood there quiet, lost and blank,
While every single answer sank.
“Assalam o Alaikum… I’m fine alone.
Hope your head is empty as always.
I wished to meet—but what’s the gain?
Meeting someone this mad is pain.
So I won’t come, I’ll stay away—
Remember me softly when you pray.
I’ll pray God gives you brains someday…
Amen.” She looked the other way.
I laughed—honestly, I couldn’t stop.
She hit my side and told me,
“Yeah, laugh, idiot. Keep laughing.
So that’s really what you think of me?”
“You say I matter, say you care,
Yet this is what you choose to share?
Did you think how I would feel,
About words so lonesome to hear?”
I tried to speak; my voice went low,
“Just hear me once before you go.”
She turned away without a pause,
Like anger moved without a cause.
I grabbed her hand, I held her tight,
“Just listen once—I swear I’m right.
That letter wasn’t meant for you,
It was for Atif—that is true.”
“The one for you got switched somehow.
I mixed them up—I made a mistake.”
But she just said, not convinced,
“No excuse can fix this mess.”
Then panic hit me all at once—
“If you got this… then he got—”
“We need to go—right now, come on.
If he reads it, I’m fully gone.
He’ll tell the world—I’ll be embarrassed.”
Her anger softened just a side,
And confusion slowly filled her face;
She then sat with me to know the case.
I drove too fast through the highway roads,
My thoughts were racing with every beat.
She said, “Slow down… you’ll crash like this.
People don’t drive this close to death.”
I said, “Hush… don’t say more now—
This is about my respect right now.”
We reached his house; I rang the bell,
My panic clear—my nerves could tell.
Atif opened, smiled so wide,
“Shahzad! Maryam! Come inside!
I’ll call my mother—don’t just stand—”
I said, “Not now, please understand.”
“Just tell me one thing—tell me fast:
Did you read the letter I gave?”
He shook his head, “Not just yet.
You came before I opened or glanced.”
My chest felt light; the fear was gone,
Like I survived what could go wrong.
“Thank God… then give it back to me.
We came for that—that’s why we’re here.”
He looked confused, then glanced at her,
“You’re quiet… what’s going on here?”
She almost spoke—I stopped her then,
And spoke before she could begin.
“That letter wasn’t meant for you;
It was for Mary—that is true.
Please give it back—that’s all I need.”
He smiled, “Ahh, I see indeed,”
Then handed it without delay—
“Good thing I didn’t read it.”
I took it fast; we turned to leave,
But Mary played a trick on me.
She gave the other one to him,
“With this, your night won’t be so dim.
Read it today—you’ll like it more.”
My heart just dropped straight to the floor.
Atif just smiled, “Then I’ll read it soon.”
I forced a smile—but it died too soon.
I pulled her out; we left in haste—
No time to stop, no time to waste.
Back in the car, I lost my cool—
“What was that? What have you done?”
“If that made you this mad tonight,
What will he do? Just think it now!”
She crossed her arms, calm and still,
“I know… and honestly, I wish somehow.
Maybe a stone will fix your head—
So next time your brain won’t act so dead.”
Then she opened the letter meant for her,
And read each word, slow and sure.
Her anger faded bit by bit;
Her face grew soft, her tone grew lit.
She held my hand and softly said,
“My silly love… I overreacted.”
“You’re simple, funny—that’s kind of cute,
But somehow chaos follows you.
You make things worse, then fix them right,
And calm my anger from time to time.
But tell me this—I want to know—
Where did you learn to love me so?”
“You make my heart feel light again,
But still—you won’t escape the pain.
Not for the words that made me mad,
But where my real letter went instead.”
I smiled and said, “That’s fine with me—
Your happiness is all I need.”
“I’ll take whatever you decide,
So tell me now—what’s on your mind?”
She leaned back and softly said,
“No harsh punishment—just a win.
Let’s go eat ice cream right now.”
I laughed, “In this weather? How?”
She looked at me and said once again,
“I don’t know… just go ahead.
I just feel happy… and that’s enough,
And I want it with you—that’s my wish.”
I smiled—because I couldn’t say no;
For ice cream we went in the moonlit glow.
Her laughter slowly filled the air,
The night was calm, her cheeks were pink.
Between the chaos and all her anger,
My gentle love began to show.
That moment stayed like gold and silver—
A memory I’ll keep for years.
—Shahzad Sulaiman
Author’s Note (Summary) :
I was sitting quietly in the library, reading a book, when my phone suddenly rang. I checked the screen—Maryam. My eyes lit up as I picked up.
“Hi Mary… how are you, my strawberry?”
But the moment she heard my voice, she replied in a low tone, heavy with anger, “Where are you? Come to F-9 Park right now.”
Something felt off immediately. Still, I tried to calm her. “But Mary, I’m in the library… just reading.”
But that only made things worse for me.
“Oh, so now you’re busy with a book?” she snapped, her voice rising. “Listen carefully—if you’re not here in five minutes, I’m coming there, and I swear I’ll close the book of your life forever. You hear me? You rascal.”
And she hung up.
At that point, confusion started to overtake my mind. I wasn’t ready to die because I still had a life to live with her. I quickly put the book back and rushed out.
When I reached the park, she was already there, standing with her arms crossed, clearly in rage. I walked up carefully and tried to lighten the mood.
“What happened, Mary? How did my sweet little innocent fairy turn into such an angry lioness?”
She looked at me like she could actually set me on fire. Without a word, she pulled out a letter and shoved it toward me.
“What is this? Were you out of your mind when you wrote it?”
I blinked, confused. “I wrote that for you… with so much love. You didn’t like it? Or… did I miss something?”
Before I could finish, her elbow met my stomach.
“AAAI!”
“Seriously?” she said, glaring at me. “You call this love? And now you’re asking if you forgot something? After writing all this? I mean just think, is there really anything else left for you to write?”
I was still trying to process everything. “Mary, what are you talking about? You always complain I don’t write to you—and now that I finally did, you’re angry?”
“Be thankful I’m only angry,” she shot back. “If these people weren’t around, I would’ve strangled you. Romantic letter? Really? Fine—listen to your ‘romance’.”
She opened it and read out loud:
“Assalam o Alaikum! I hope your head is empty as always… I wanted to meet you, but what’s the point of meeting someone as crazy as you? So I’m sending this instead. Pray for me, and I’ll pray that Allah blesses you with a brain. Ameen.”
For a second, I froze.
Then I started laughing.
That was a mistake.
Another elbow from her and another “AAAI!” from me.
“You think this is funny?” she snapped. “This is what I mean to you, when you said that I matter more then the world to you? You say you love me, then you write this? Did you even think how this would feel after reading this?”
Still trying to hold my laughter, I said, “Wait, wait—just listen to me. Please let me explain.”
But she turned and started walking away.
I quickly caught her hand. “Mary, I swear—this letter isn’t for you. I wrote it for Atif, just to mess with him. Your letter… the real one… I must’ve mixed them up. I put them in the wrong envelopes.”
She turned back slowly, “Nice try. But you're not convincing me with this—not today.”
Then it hit me.
“…Wait. If you got this one… then that means the real letter went to....Oh my God”
My heart dropped.
“Oh no… no, no, no. Mary, we have to go. Right now.”
She frowned, confused, but my panic was real enough that she followed me to the car.
I drove faster than I should have.
“If you keep driving like this, we’re going to crash,” she said.
“Please… just stay quiet. This is about my respect now.”
For once, she didn’t argue.
We reached Atif’s house. I rushed to the door and rang the bell. He opened it with a smile.
“Shahzad? Maryam? What a surprise, Mom is cooking chicken qorma right now. Come in, I’ll call—”
“No, no,” I cut him off quickly. “We’re in a hurry. Just tell me—did you read the letter I gave you?”
He shook his head. “Not yet. I was about to.”
I felt my soul return to my body.
“Thank God. Please—give it back.”
He looked confused. “But why? Wasn't it for me?”
“No… it was for Mary.”
He smiled. “Good thing I didn’t read it then.”
I grabbed it quickly, ready to leave—but before I could, Mary stepped forward and handed him the other letter.
“This one’s actually for you,” she said calmly. “Make sure you read it, because your ‘brother for life,’ Shahzad, has written some very nice things about you.”
My heart nearly stopped.
“Really?” Atif said. “Then I definitely will.”
"Yeah." I forced a smile. “Go read it… right now, We gotta go!"
Before anything else could happen, I pulled Mary with me and got back into the car.
“What was that?” I said, panicking. “Why would you give him that? If you got this angry, imagine him!”
She leaned back, completely unfazed. “Exactly. I want him to get angry. Maybe he’ll throw a stone at you. And next time, you won’t mess up like this.”
I sighed. “You could’ve just punished me yourself you know.”
Then I handed her the real letter. “Now… read this one. And tell me honestly—are you still angry?”
She opened it quietly and started reading.
This time, there was no interruption.
No anger.
Just silence.
And then… her expression changed.
Her grip softened. A smile appeared. She looked at me with that familiar warmth in her eyes and gently held my hand.
“Oooo my silly love…” she said softly, almost teasing, “I’m sorry. You really are something… always managing to turn things upside down. But tell me—where did you learn to say such things? Every time, you make my heart melt. I just want you talking to me like that, and me listening to you and looking at you for hours... just the two of us.
She paused, then added with a playful pout, “But don’t think you’re forgiven so easily. You did send my letter to someone else’s house. So yes—you’re still getting punished.”
I smiled. “As long as you’re smiling like this, I’ll accept anything. So… what’s my punishment?”
She looked out the window, then back at me. “Let’s go eat ice cream.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Right now? It’s not even summer.”
She shrugged, a soft grin playing on her lips. “I don’t care. I just know I want ice cream… and I want it with you.”
And that was it.
There was no way I could refuse her.
So we went. It was night, the air was cool, but she was happy again—laughing, teasing, sitting beside me like nothing had happened.
And somehow… that simple moment felt perfect.
Something I know I’ll never forget.
Did this poem tap your heart and remind you of your strawberry?
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And if you’re craving more soft, romantic mischief, explore my other poems, all written with the same teasing kind of love :
Disclaimer:
All characters in this poem are based on real individuals. Shahzad is the poet himself, and Atif is a real-life friend. Maryam represents the true love of the poet, and full permission has been taken from all individuals mentioned to share this poem publicly.
This work is not intended to harm, target, or disrespect any person in any way.
Readers are requested not to misuse, alter, or misinterpret the meaning of this poem, and not to copy or claim it as their own. Please respect the emotions, experiences, and people behind these words.
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