Situated in the artistic universe created by his own genius, Aadil Ahmed Hingorjo enjoys every now and then of the time. This youthfully radiant and multifaceted writer got into his human form just a few years before the dissolution of our unforgettable twentieth century. The serene and sandy soil of Achro Thar, Khipro, Sanghar, Sindh welcome his human heart. Coming from the womb of an artfully wise mother and ferociously fabulous father, Aadil gradually became acquainted to the earthly tunes. He got his early education at Jamshoro, Sindh, and then from his hometown; whereas he received his secondary education from Hathungo, a small town at a distance of three Kms from his home. He did his F.Sc (Pre-Medical) from Hyderabad, Sindh. Then he did BS in English Linguistics and Literature from the National University of Modern Languages otherwise known as NUML Islamabad. Afterwards, Aadil completed his MS English in Literature and Linguistics from COMSATS University, Islamabad. Due to half of his family's setup in Karachi, Sindh he appears to be a ripened Karachiite when it comes to the scenes of remains, rubbles, and remnants surrounding throughout Rajdhani e Sindh, Karachi. In fact, he is the worshipper of the Indus valley which beautifully spans from Karachi to Kaaroonjhar. A kind of rosy fragrance arises when young readers come to read him; stars sparkle; Indus river dances with its total tides, his songs and prosaic write-ups have a great enough power to captivate the lovers. 'Echoes of the Indus' is the first collection of his poetic asset. He composes the free-verse poems for he sees the arts and literary paintings beyond any bounds and borders. For him, meter or scheme is of the less importance when it comes to the liberate the lyrics in suffocated societies; he adores aesthetic arms and literary creation zealously. Honest voices and humanist sermons are his chief subjects. His precious poetic treasures named 'Echoes of the Indus' and 'A Potic Verse' will be all set to be published but it is so far unknown that when! However, he will surely breathe in the hearts of sons and daughters of soil someday. His love for his land and the deepest attachment towards his regional realms such as Karachi and Achro Thar is visible in his poetic pearls. I hope that Aadil with his vibrant poetics will keep on illuminating the souls of today and tomorrow. He is likely to be printed in the endless skyline.
'But the spring, they say, had an unsaid clash with him
Rhymester never sidelined that lake-side
He was from us all; a prolonged prayer for centuries
He ceased slowly but the traces too retraced him
A firm memory beneath words; he was an icon full of life! '
Aadil
That Virgin Smile defines me
Afresh is still that scene in my memory
Like that of Grecian Urn's artwork,
A slightly evil grin ran through our lips
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If I had nothing but only you
I'd still have everything
You're to me each part and parcel of the life
I'm so much in you and want you to be embalmed in myself
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He is present in my heart
And totally absent in reality
Some demons he chased
some chased him
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If you're going away
If the drift is all set to do away
Leave all the doors open
Don't shut any of them
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Can't we be concised at this point?
Won't you leave orthodoxy when it comes to home?
Secular you would stand to plant equality
Won't you?
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