ILA  Magazine

A solemn sanctum Banyan tree, a sacred one A place to retreat. Soothe the ease of mind A cultural heritage A mankind treasured. ©...

Written by Krishna Chamling The heraldry of arresting spring - January experiencing agonies of Coups, fault line wars...and brutalities...

On February 10th, we offered a Rispetto Challenge to poets. A Rispetto is a short form of poetry, its origin is Italian, consisting of 11...

After a long day, I found myself too tired and sleepy Did not notice that I slump on the floor, closed my eyes and slept soundly In the...

What is the benefit I, just ask you, If knowledge, you gained through book reading is not put into practice...? © Thasneem Aala

An "Untitled" Poem that does not need a title as it is perfect just as it is, with tidbits of nostalgia, poetry, reflection, love and...

My Master had long been Sewing a blanket for me It's been darned with words And sentences, and chapters Every stitch He made, Had a...

She is resting asleep with an aura of some solace Like an open book can see what's written on her face It seems that sleepless words...

She is in deep slumber fully-protected by sentinels of her passion each page lulls her to sleep the satiny sheet competes with the silky...

There is no better companion Than a bunch of new editions. It can boost your creativity Your imagination can travel freely. You can go...

My life is a book there is my childhood, a girl who rejoices and loves the world around him... Between the lines is laughter, great love,...

The quest for knowledge wizardry Like a madman gathering dirts Poet bookends anything readable for wisdom. A Factotum in the ocean...

Books I've read have brought me many places; to far off lands, or just next door, another room in the same house. So many people I have...

© by Rakesh Chandra Books are ornaments on my body, And knowledge is the covering on my soul; Ideas are floating in my vacuous mind, In...

by Steve Carr Steve Carr 607 Circlewood Dr. Richmond, Va. 23224 carrsteven960@gmail.com There beneath a pale blue sky, beneath the tufts...

© Written by Ann Christine Tabaka The lane is a river that I cannot cross, I cannot wade its crest. The tides of time flow pass my house,...

There was a girl Who lived in a querencia A secret garden, Where love, light surrounds. Enchantress soul uses passionate fire. When a...

I knew that I was capable of such acts, but I always thought that it would happen in the basement. It was simply a matter of location. ...

BEACH WALK Under the vast beautiful azure sky Feeling he dulcet whispers of a cool sea breeze Enjoying he serenity of nature with those...

He touches her forehead in a sort of blessing. They recognize each other. A reunion has begun. A sort of repeating- of coming together....