In Order To Break The Monotony Poem by Nikhil Parekh

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.