The Perfect Story

On the perfect day of the year,
At the perfect time of the day,
The perfect baby was born to the perfect parents.

The baby was so perfect, it had no wrinkles,
The perfect parents were proud to have her,
Theirs was one of the few perfectly happy families in town.

The baby grew up to have the perfect childhood,
Reading about little Red Riding Hood,
And her table manners were always good.

She grew up to be the perfect teen,
No pimples or blemishes on her face were ever seen,
Her parents presented her a Lexus when she was sixteen.

She got a perfect SAT score,
She studied the preferred course in the best of grad schools,
She graduated with the perfect job.

She fell in love with the perfect man,
The perfect man was just like her,
He was born a perfect baby to the perfect parents.

Theirs was a perfect love story,
No Complications, no quarrels,
And the perfect couple had the perfect wedding.

The wedding was on a perfect Wednesday,
With the perfect choir, perfect bridesmaids and best men,
The oldest wine in town was served to the guests.

The Sperm from the perfect man,
Fused with the Ovary from the perfect lady,
And they gave birth to the perfect baby.

The perfect Couple’s baby had the perfect childhood,
The most exciting teenage, the best education, a high paying job,
And finally the perfect wedding just like his parents did.

A perfect granddaughter was born to the perfect grandmother,
The perfect grandmother recited stories from her perfect life,
And the perfect baby instantly went to sleep.

There is more to life..

There is more to life than
A Hitler like boss,
Meeting your ever procrastinated plan of weight loss,
And the Indian cricket team winning today's toss

There is more to life than
Honey moons and happy married lives,
Being pregnant and yet so naive,
Or watching a football match live.

There's more to life than
Today's morning being very bright
The movie you saw last night,
I don't care if it's the dark knight.

There is more to life than
What you ate last night,
Or having a dinner amidst candle light,
You don't need to publicize it on a satellite.

There is more to life than

Graduating from an IVy League,
Taking home a glamourous pay-check every week,
And struttin stuff from uber chic boutiques.

There is more to life than,
Facebook status updates,
A 100 likes for a photo of you in a pair of Skates,
Or a living in a private villa in the United Arab Emirates.

There is more to life than
Covering your grey hairs and bald spots,
Trying to become like you're neighbour who now looks very hot,
And appearing to world as someone you are not.

There is more to life than,
The viscious circle we live in,
The tales about us that others spin,
Or thinking about all our sins.

There is no more to life than,
Showing your finger at every adversity,
Laughing at people's absurdity,
And carving for yourself a unique identity.