Killing Time

Afternoon siesta,a little after four,

I woke up to a knock on my door.

Too busy to care who it would be,

I opened to find him staring at me.

He barged in as if my room was his,

just when I thought something's amiss,

He bellowed "Miss,You're under arrest"

I scowled,"Oh i have no time for this jest".

But when he took out those cuffs,

My mind whirred for some rebuffs;

"Surely Sir there's been a mistake,

For i don't have the time for even rules to break".

I thought long hard for what I'd messed,

"Pray tell me what charges are pressed".

"Such audacity" he says,"You ask about your crime!

Ofcourse you're guilty of killing time !"

"Hands where I can see them" angrily he says,

my smartphone falls;open Facebook stares.

"That's one of the culprits" he says visibly riled,

"I have them all here,neatly filed".

Youtube videos of cute babies and cats,

Insta updates,stories snapchats.

"Oh what must I wear today?"

"If he says that,would could I say ?"

Strong connections with something remote,

Long late night chats to emote.

Songs to hatred that you repeat,

Group chats that make plans to meet.

The whatsapp statuses to show creativity,

Likes and shares,your Facebook activity.

Filter choice,a matching caption,

"Why did Zahn leave one direction ?"

A good selfie,a better edit,

Fan fiction on Tumblr and Reddit.

The three accounts you check for mail,

"I don't need that but there's a sale".

"Hey come back your clan needs a leader",

That book you read thrice,you avid reader.

I begged "Oh you can stop I got the gist,

I must say that's quite the list".

And as I was filled with such dread,

I joined my hands and pleaded.

He felt sorry,gave me some time,

said "Waste not Miss,your age is prime".

I'll start from tomorrow,why waste today,

I must tweet about this right away !

Which is the best data structure of them all ?

 The compilers came when they were called,
 for a reference had to be resolved.
 A committee was formed for them to find,
 which data structure was one of a kind.

 The array they thought a "homo-genius" hero,
 Array-Bhatta himself knew the importance of zero.
 But after his 'continuous demands' to them it dawned,
 When they give him more space,they'd be conned.

 The linked list's head was in the right place,
 But a clumsy fellow who took any available space.
 Leaving directions for them to mull,
 They asked "What's the point if it all points to null?"

 My toppers come last says weird Mr stack,
 What if he pops our bubble and gives us back?
 To push it on him they felt loath,
 they thought,"is having no priorities ever growth?"

 The uprooted trees in a world so sparse,
 They play games,decide and our words they parse.
 For work-life balance it often grieves,
 and does bottom's up when child leaves.

 The sorted heap says it makes no waste,
 But they felt decisions aren't made in haste.
 Queue points it's index finger,data's easy to find,
 but he puts down what's on top of their mind.

 They scratched their heads to devise a test,
 to find which data structure was the best.
 At last they decided they're all at par,
 for all of them are born under the star (* )