ILA  Magazine

Teach me, Nature, How to be humble Yet happy and carefree. Teach me the secrets of Being charitable like that Tree that braves the storm...

You thought I existed Just for you... Throw me in the dark waters of the past I was fighting with myself for I can save myself to swim to...

How fast the days have flown by Not even stopping for a while to enjoy Time is such a leveler, everything capsuled like Bonsai Bitter or...

In the realm of the elopement I have sailed beyond boundaries. A divide I have crossed Beyond man's judgement of creed and color ...

Recently, contributing editor, Carl Scharwath, conducted an interview with Sabrina Rubin. Below, he writes a compelling introduction...

There is nothing quite like that moment when you're walking through the park and happen upon a spot where a group of goats are chewing...

دعيني أضمُّ جسدي لأتذكر كيف انصرفنا خلف جدار و ضمَّ أحدنا الآخر، لم يكن الظلام بارداً لكن الروح قد نضجت خلال ما كنا ندلق ألسنتنا في...

Clouds are inhabited by the wind Who speaks a language that we hear, but do not understand. It can be a powerful howling sound Like the...

Your shine is a roadmap, to the lost faith, faith, of your own self-confidence. Your path is not alone a path through the heavenly vault;...

Yes, it is a drop Only a drop None can deny As it reposes in me But it's unorginated Perhaps self-created How can I see The feeling is...

Weak under the weight of flaws Blaming change Broken glass doesn't restore laws I don't miss you anymore The way I used to The fire...

the early pregnancy of nights now white cotton pillows - forgotten islands the demise of funeral singers how shall I birth where shall...

A tree doesn't die Just because you cut And hack it down, For its roots are well Preserved in the soil, And it lies with the Earth, as a...

Luzviminda Gabato Rivera is from the Philippines. She is a multi-awarded and Amazon's bestselling author, an excellent international...

STRUM Speak to us at vibrantly hued close of day, with tremoloed soft notes filtered through clear air ending with a fade. Speak to us...

Like a baby language - universal giggle The same smile and borderless communication If we can conceive a child-like innocent world again,...

Let me share my memories, those of my childhood Where I spent my life in glee and splendor On the countryside, where nature abundant was...

I may not be an attractive-lad, may be! But I have a beautiful heart. O Houri of Jannat-ul-Firdous! Marry me today, Now is the session of...

Mowmita Sur is a freelance writer, poet and blogger, hailing from India. She thinks she possesses the trait of a beautiful fairy, whilst...

Desire to be seen don't let us see the moist eyes of love and helplessness of hearts like a worm stuck into saliva it compels us to hear...