ILA  Magazine

A LOOK - 291 I am not the same as I look to be, different for different people, in different spaces and times. It is not me, or my...

Written by SONALI RAY When the tired sun retires and the bright pearl isn't around the corner. When the stars merrily scour the dark...

Written by Henry Farrell Heartsore famed! Still! I seek her love; But coy her heart! It won't let be: For long! I seek her pleasures...

Bahaa Iaali Translated to English by Shurouk Hammoud 01 - Because the dust I forgot to drop it on house's cement bench, because it was...

Written by DUSAN KOVACEVIC BATULJA All my sorrows and my wounds, As well as a wish for better days, My sea thinks regularly, I hope it...

Written by FARHAN ANJUM Where does he suddenly disappear? And it scares me a lot. Angel-like face. Eyes like deep ocean. Feeling of it...

Written by APU MONDAL I am writing in earnest; But no one knows me here. We all know about ourselves, Even at times, we divide Ourselves...

RETURN TO PINEY CREEK by Steven Lester Carr There's Russell. Lying on the bank of Piney Creek he feels the sunlight on his bare chest. It...

Written by Parth Aasim Shaaz On the tracks of a train like being insane I crushed essence in red-hued rain As I was right in thy fond and...

Written by Tom Kraft So many times I traveled through The summer days to be with you, When Autumn mellowed on the hill And we could be...

"We're Kashmir's Missing Persons" Lost somewhere in a sordid dungeon, I talk of my rights and bashed in a dudgeon The rights of freedom...

ILA Blog has been given permission by Dr. Amitabh Mitra, to feature some of his YouTube videos, of his art and recitations. Below, a...

Presenting the artwork of Ali Mukhtar Artist Ali Mukhtar lives in Pakistan. He has had a passion of the Arts from his childhood. He...

In August, we offered a Visual Art Prompt Challenge, (Rose Visual), on the ILA Magazine Facebook Group, no caption or title with 'Best...

Written by D. A. Simpson The sun flared a deep gold Low on the far horizon Gilding the western skies While in the east The night by...

forgotten lore is a double edged sword that cuts to the chase when it catches a break. Mark Olynyk © 09/2021

Written by Georgiana L. Gheorghe Finishing his masterpiece after hours of work, The poet leaves the comfort of his oaken chair And goes...

Written by Burhan The old granny again hugged the muddy stairs on the edge of Jehlum, reckoning the ruins of her rusting womb. Wood...

Written by Safdar Bhatti Passing through the fields a dulcet melody strikes my heart and ear and glided deep into the soul It arrested my...

Written by Gordana Andonovska The sounds of conscience sounds are heard... A matching melody with the echo from within who revives our...