Anne Frank

Poignant intricacies in delusional times.

“In bed at night, as I ponder my many sins and exaggerated shortcomings, I get so confused by the sheer amount of things I have to consider that I either laugh or cry, depending on my mood. Then I fall asleep with the strange feeling of wanting to be different than I am or being different than I want to be, or perhaps of behaving differently than I am or want to be.”

“We’re all alive, but we don’t know why or what for; we’re all searching for happiness; we’re all leading lives that are different and yet the same. We three have been raised in good families, we have the opportunity to get an education and make something of ourselves. We have many reasons to hope for great happiness, but. . . we have to earn it. And that’s something you can’t achieve by taking the easy way out. Earning happiness means doing good and working, not speculating and being lazy. Laziness may look inviting, but only work gives you true satisfaction.”

Just when she was beginning to evince her real self…an incident occurs. It broke my heart- having witnessed the end. The world lost a great soul, someone for whom one is compelled to wonder- What could have become of as fine a girl as Anne Frank?
My heart sank and plaintively shew a touch of sadness.
Why are the living are few and the dead, so many?!

But in her words:
“I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.”

The many words of wisdom to her mighty pen have touched me beyond words. Hence, I pacify myself by believing a few things to be better unsaid.
This post is a solemn dedication to a girl who was no older than I am.

“What a wonderful thought that some of the best days of our lives haven’t even happened yet.”

Her accounts made me laugh and cry and brought the most organic, genuine and uplifting smiles on my face; as she sought the ubiquity of gelukzaligheid.

© achillesheelpoetry, 2021

This blog post was not published to exhibit creativity, instead I felt it was incumbent on me to spread the word through Achilles’ Heel, after having read The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. It is something that evoked this sharp a sense of realism that I was compelled to share it.

Less is More

Insignificant: Blinding Lights

Unnecessarily big with such tall buildings, where its pseudo vanity- gaudily shewn, gives way to the many trivialities. The lights- so bright fail in veiling the apparent dirt all around. The greenery- so oddly set in this mélange of metal- big and small; the excessively rich and utterly poor. The many perverted eyes that gaze through regarding the ostentation. The white and blue, burgundy and lilac; the perfectly modest, the desperately spoilt. It is a dwelling to all, but home to none. All that it has ever housed is an eternal façade– blatantly placid in the deafening silence and paradoxical incessant honking, hue and cry over absolutely…nothing.

As my eyes reluctantly embraced a void brimming with the seven sins, I said to myself in as hopeful a tone as I could muster up, “Welcome to the Big City.”

Big Cities, the avaricious, not so beautiful after all, are we?
An epic- oblivious to glory.

Is ignorance really bliss?
“Ignorance is only bliss as long as it is coupled with a parallel perpetual pursuit of knowledge to define right from wrong, petty from poise.”

In awe and disgust of the many sights I have ever beheld, I plaintively asked myself,
“Do stars truly listen, will these blinding lights ever be extinguished?”

Alas! You know what they say,
“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.”

Is it all for the colossal skyscrapers we spend on thriftily?
Are they really worth the billions spent, or the many lives staked each day, that’ve now come to a standstill?

Is soaring in the air while others seethe and succumb not ignorance too?

© achillesheelpoetry, 2020

Lesser the Richer

“Stuff is not passive. Stuff wants your time, attention, allegiance. But you know it as well as I do, life is more important than the things we accumulate.” – Dave Bruno

The idea of finding happiness in superficial items, the idea of maybe having more is better or the delusion the mind feeds that something more will bring you happiness. The idea of less is more is the one that propagates to find happiness in what we have, those that are essential, not those that are superfluous. Sparing the trivialities in a consumerist world. Honestly, life is simple and the human mind is naive and innocent. It naturally finds happiness in the smallest things. That is precisely why you treasure the relationship more than the gifts you get through maintaining it.

“Bigger the better” this is maybe true for certain cases but i believe for most cases it should be “lesser the richer”.

What do I mean by this?

Life in short doesn’t expect much out of us. The only thing it demands is to live it the way it should be lived and even then it has given the choice to choose the way it should be lived, the lesser the things you need to look after isn’t it better?

Lesser attachments, more freedom and the joys in the little things in life.

In the end having more was never a guarantee of happiness and having less was never a submission to the lack of it either, then isn’t it okay to have less to live a richer life?

© whatisinmymind.insider, 2020


This was a part of Fariha Shiraz’s Let’s Collab initiative on What is in my Mind. I absolutely adore her deep reflections on the intricate aspects of life, coupled with her eloquence, candour and the most exquisitely peculiar charm.

It was an absolute pleasure collaborating with this profound an artist. I just can’t thank her enough for this amazing opportunity and her constant support and encouragement directed towards Achilles’ Heel. Thanks a bunch, Fariha, for simply being you; and thank you ever so much, dear reader, for your time and patience.


P.S. “Insignificant: Blinding Lights” has been written by me (Ana), and “Lesser the Richer” has been written by Fariha.

Felicity’s Worth

Writing to me is liberating, a privilege (for it comes naturally to me) and moreover an expression of my otherwise inarticulated and perplexing emotions very conveniently entangled together.

It is ironical of how writing takes me into a whole new world, frees, opens me up to myself and the world around me. De plus, it gives me a bizarre sense of thrill, which I believe, my life otherwise lacks; meanwhile at the same time helps me preserve certain fancies which metamorphosize my ‘survival’ into ‘life’. Writing to me is felicity personified.

While lost in deep thought I ask myself a mélange of myriad questions: What does living mean? Who are we and what are we doing here? and then I think as though speaking aloud to myself: Life is abstract, for some- to sum life in a nutshell is the mere action of breathing, to others it might be happiness, fame, love or success.

But one thing which I have come to know for sure, over the years, is that you’ve got to be pumping and jiving and kicking all the time. So put your hair down, your hands- just throw ’em up and enjoy the ride while it lasts (a jiffy). 
Looking back I want to seek euphoria, sea breeze, lovely smiles and sparkling eyes, young showers, superpowers, terrific hysterics and an aeon of the little things in life, that truly matter.

© achillesheelpoetry, 2020