setting about a routine

Writing comes fairly easy for me, especially poetry. Most of the times, I do it unthinkingly, some inkling of what I am going to write coming out of virtually nowhere from the recesses of my mind. It might seem strange as most know that I am a teacher, a mathematics teacher at that, who needs to discipline herself according to the demands of her subject. But when it comes to poetry, no rule is followed. Everything just goes haywire and my minds simply commands me to write. Many might relate to that. And a few might not. That's because some plan their wriing very meticulously. At times I do envy them, at others I simply do what my heart and mind tell me to. Yes, many a times, my heart takes over my writing, giving head a rest.

How do I talk about fresh start in this new year? For me each moment is new, which allows us to renew the way we wish to. Making concrete plan was never one of my virtues, not when it comes to writing. All I know that I need to write everyday, timing does not matter. I usually write from a different perspective of what others thing. I think out of the box. I can't restraint myself in any way, nor in writing or reading. Just as we need healthy food to nurture our bodies, we need diverse, varied thoughts to enrich our mind. Those act as organic food for the well being of our whole body. A healthy mind is the first step towards a healthy body, is it not?

Making resolutions about my writing goals is not really feasible for me. I don't know where it will take me. All I can truly achieve is by writing everyday, which I do. I simply pen down my random thoughts in a prose form in my journal, which might or might not turn into a verse. I am much nearer to stream of consciousness writing. In a way, I thrive in it. That kind of compels me to exercise my brain. Concrete images are very good but those which conjures up different ones, taking us to other directions is what I succeed. No one can always be a good writer. So I don't claim to be one.

Many a times, power of imagination is just round the corner, propelling me to write, to give my best. And that is not only in writing, that can for anything, everything. As I alway say to myself, winning over oneself is what I want. Not over any other human being. The ego has no place in my world. Striving to do my best is what I truly wish for, truly desire. It hardly matters if it is 2009 or any year. What matters is, each moment.