The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.

CRITIC OR CITRIC?Anagram of ordinary passing judgement on talentedKamil Ali

The nearer the dawnthe darker the night.

COMPASSIONThe religion of atheists

We must believe that it is the darkest before the dawn of a beautiful new world. We will see it when we believe it.

On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home...

…before the dawn I leave the night behind meand before my heart I let you leave me behind.- from the poem ‘Behind

DARE TO COMPAREIf you’re without imperfection, hurl the first insult at a challenged person Kamil Ali

I am so tired; all I want to do is sleep. I want to sleep all the day, from dawn until twilight that every evening comes a little earlier and a little more drearily. In...

The heartbeat is an irregular bell tolling; the footprints create ammonite patterns in the snow; they spiral in serpentine undulations, toward a complicated centre of mass, forming a beautifully inscribed hieroglyph, the earth acting as...

VIRTUALITY ACTUALITYClassrooms in schools will give way to classes in rooms at homeKamil Ali

There are those who fear the sunset, worried they will never see light again. There are those who ignore the sunrise, squandering dawn, believing they will never run out of daylight. And then there are...

I sat on a somewhat higher sand dune and watched the eastern sky. Dawn in Mongolia was an amazing thing. In one instant, the horizon became a faint line suspended in the darkness, and then...

LEASELife Ends And Session ExpiresKamil Ali – Poem, The Balance’ – Profound Vers-A-Tales

The dawn of beauty always comes after night.

Your eyes stole at dawn its light. (Tes yeux ont volé – A l’aube sa clarté)

There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows, yet, nobody could ever go to…You reach deep within my soul drawing out all the dreams that...

Before you speak… I have already heard. Before you see… I had seen a million times. Before you reach… I came and departed, so is the way and life of a versatile soul.

Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.

That’s when it happens. Maybe it was my argument. Maybe it was my scary zeal. Whatever the reason, as soon as Megan whistles, the crowd is on its feet.They’re blowing bubbles. They’re raising their lighters...

Overcoming negative experiences defines character and increases wisdom.

I once had a lovewho folded secrets between her thighs like napkins and concealed memories in the valley of her breasts.There was no match for the freckles on her chest, and no one could mistake...

Of the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works.

IMBALANCEDo not let one negative carry the same weight as ninety nine positivesKamil Ali

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

Outside the window, a bank of clouds appeared on the horizon, inching slowly across the sky, finally slipping across the Moon and blocking out its radiant light. As he clicked off his overhead light, he...

I love the quietude of misty dawn before the sober sun is up… The morning songs of birds awakening in blooming garden sets my soul gently… Aroma flowers with glistering of the dew… Deep full...

I saw the first light, fore-running the sun, gather in a cup of the eastern cloud, gather and grow and brim, till at last it spilled like milk over the golden lip, to smear the...

Have you ever seen the dawn? Not a dawn groggy with lack of sleep or hectic with mindless obligations and you about to rush off on an early adventure or business, but full of deep...

I? I am the wind,’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son...

I LOVE YOUDon’t just ‘think’ it. Say it before it’s too late – The burden of regret is a heavy cross to bear

She called herself Europa, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.

Thought is uncontrollable but controllable. Thought is the pivot of life and the epitome of good or bad living. A controlled thought is a controlled life and an uncontrolled life is an uncontrolled living. Our...

RACE INTERFACEIf God created man in his own image – What’s his facial profile?Kamil Ali

There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise,...

Over the plains of Ethiopia the sun rose as I had not seen it in seven years. A big, cool, empty sky flushed a little above a rim of dark mountains. The landscape 20,000 feet...

Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night,Drives Night along with them from Heav’n,and strikesThe Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light

Male or female, if my name were either Don or Dawn, I’d be up at sunrise to celebrate the glory that is me.

UNDAUNTED PURSUITSuccess, however measured, is the seat of a stool with three legs of determination, focus and resilience

I’ve been lying in the grass. All morning long, I lay here waiting for the dawn.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

Walk in the light before the dawn of darkness.

CHARADE PARADEA ‘Special Day’ once a year creates an excuse for neglect on the other 365 days for mothers, fathers & veterans

i’m glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

I walk my dog at dawn because I don’t like people to be around.

Please let me know if I am not hereLet me know if I fail to find you thereFor before the dawn I leave the night behind meAnd before my heart I let you leave me...

Bosch knew the dawn had nothing on the dusk. Dawn always came up ugly, as if the sun was clumsy and in a hurry. The dusk was smoother, the moon more graceful. Maybe it was...

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.

PROPAGANDA (PROP-A-GANDER)An evil grin behind a smiling clown’s maskKamil Ali