Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


In order to break the monotony of the straight brick wall; aligned commensurately with immaculately polished stone, 


What I did was; to emboss its surface with vivid graffiti; pillage it with holes for fresh air to ventilate through. 


 


In order to break the monotony of the corrugated bar of steel; embedded deep in the ground, 


What I did was; to simply curve its periphery to a high pitched angularity; let my saliva dribble over its surface to make it glisten. 


 


In order to break the monotony of the newly ironed shirt; suspended from the drawers; with buttons tightly imprisoned, 


What I did was; to crumple it in a heap; submerge it in a pool of perspiration for the natural scent to take over. 


 


In order to break the monotony of plaited hair; stringently incarcerated beneath a plastic bag, 


What I did was; to shampoo them vigorously till my hands ached; dexterously use my scissors to chisel them into incoherent shapes. 


 


In order to break the monotony of nondescript chunks of clay; lying amalgamated in colossal heaps, 


What I did was; to adroitly mould a swanky statue out of them; then painting the same with gaudy color. 


 


In order to break the monotony of bland food lying solitary on the table; with a cluster of disdainful flies buzzing around, 


What I did was; to impregnate it by adding pinches piquant chili; heaps of pulverized rock salt for imparting the meal with a ravishing flavor. 


 


In order to the break the monotony of rectangular granules of sugar; stashed agglutinated to each other in the pellucid bottle, 


What I did was; finely crush them into crystalline powder; sprinkling them on molten ice; making them shimmer under the moon. 


 


In order to break the monotony of the nonchalant room; well embellished with exquisite carpets; and mammoth curtain shades camouflaging the windowpanes, 


What I did was; to install wacky gizmos all around the ambience; and let sizzling rays of sunshine fumigate the cloistered interiors. 


 


In order to break the monotony of incessant sheets of glass; riveted firmly to the silhouette of dressing table, 


What I did was; shatter them into multiple fragments using a sharp stone; then ludicrously laughed at my grotesquely distorted reflection, which emanated. 


 


In order to break the monotony of the placid river; flowing languidly from bank to bank, 


What I did was; to voraciously move my fishing rod in the water; thereby producing a flurry of mesmerizing ripples. 


 


In order to break the monotony of work; unrelenting browsing through scores of office records, 


What I did was; to take a brisk walk along the seaside; with the frothy waves delectably striking my weary eyes. 


 


And in order to break the monotony of my heart; palpitating at regular speeds all throughout the sweltering day, 


What I did was; to marry the girl of my dreams; and then philander with her in a space rocket; exuberantly making it throb a hundred beats faster.



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In Order To Break The Monotony

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