Why it occurs to me?

Waiting for a bus,

bus never come

plenty of buses plying,

 in reverse direction

Or else rushed for a bus,

 a restless run,

reached little late, bus is gone

Missed it by, bit of a second,

kept waiting for long, at d' end

In shopping malls wait for offers,

how early I’m, it hardly matters

My size, my choice I never get,

items present but none for me yet

Design up to liking, not d’ color,

lately select one, a stitching error!

Lost things looked for but never find,

manage d' job by a gadget of its kind

Missed item pops up when no need ,

while task was on,  a paucity indeed

Now lying in front of my vision,

when I had already forgotten

Why earlier I didn’t see,

work would have been damn easy

 stuff seemed useful,

 bought it, to be utilized later,

hoarded for long,
but used it never ever

Repeated dusting done,

arranged in cupboard

no worries for expenses incurred

Some day may be of some use,

that's the plea, a silly excuse

Piles up paper boxes, used bottles,

too cute to be thrown away at all

Marketing, then movie, moving ahead,

at nick of d’ moment, signal goes red

at the outset if betrayal occurs,

many more traffic posts I've to cross

Must get up in time,

catch d' morning train

alarm fails to wake up,

all plans in vain

Or got up too early,

better carry on sleep,

 for few more minutes

and continue d’ trip

But not in minutes,

it goes on for an hour

and now no time left,

even for a shower

If wish to save time,

things happen,

come in a row,

 a conspiracy going on!

A startling power cut, 

no water in tap,

purse kept somewhere

can’t locate

Tea spilled over bed, 

cell's charge less

lift out of order,

must take d’ filthy stair case

Nose feels itchy, also eyebrows

with enough restraint,

 controlled fingers, toes

In public place,

 scratching not to be done,

a senseless act,

strictly forbidden!

I’m on a diet,

 calorie rich foods add on fat

Routine drills to keep body fit,

no junk eatables,

 to quit d' sweets

More I avoid, more d’ attraction,

 oath faded for a weight reduction

Stop surfing serials, it's addiction,

enticement makes me, TV reopen

Tried my best,

no answer I could see,

can any one tell,

why it occurs to me?

Sleep, an obsession

Swamped with lot of assignments,

loads of backlog did accumulate

No time for uninterrupted sleep,

 easy, calm, relaxing naps I skip

Can not afford an “early to bed”,

an altered lifestyle, turns me mad

Now a late sleep, d’ only option,

feign to like it, but a compulsion

 Not only me, many in poverty,

dream for d’ valued commodity

Rich also spend sleepless nights,

try tooth and nail; but can’t get it

Students do study day and night,

for a rank, to build carrier d’ fight

Work hard for alluring placement,

for bounty perks & fat payment

Out on d’ street, homeless nomads,

venture to sleep on adjacent footpath

a moonlight bath or draping of dark,

even not scared of street dogs’ bark

Little worry for storm, rain, thunders,

run over by lorries of drunk drivers

Kindergarten kids sleep and snore,

on the carpets laid down on floor

Hands-legs tossed over one another

eye lids drop, as screens of theatre

Orphans try to find sleep in alleys,

or lie down in foster home passage

Drowned in memory of lost parents,

possessions none, not even garments

players, racers, riders, paragliders

do not have a sound sleep either

Haunt by hopes, tough competition,

no place for them if don’t perform

No sleep for armed forces in border

on their toes, on high alert forever

Sleep never creep in, into thought,

while flying a plane, a busy pilot,

Neither in d’ driver, running a train,

nor a Doctor in midnight operation

D’ rich folk posses enough means,

all wants fulfilled, whatever wished

Marbled toilet with gold commode,

but tension ridden & no sleep mode

Sleep strolls around to find out,

simple guys, no eager wait for it

They’re allowed to enjoy d’ bliss,

within no time, they fall asleep

And achieve a sleep much better,

 recoup drained energy, lost vigor

For me it seems to be a luxury,

I’m deprived of it, feel so sorry
On occasions I wish to weep,
for a relaxing, refreshing sleep

Never come in a natural fashion,
no more a reality, an obsession