Aadil Hingorjo
Aadil Hingorjo Poems
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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Poetry is But an Aching Call!
It's about sadness
It's about seriousness
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End of the theme is I am in struggle
Attacking it and being attacked in return
I am either simply in or damned out
The world is nakedly out there
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Yesternight, I visited the shores of Indus
I walked through the lanes of Sindh
I found there the ashes of Indus Civilization
My curious intellect wanted to rummage it more
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You created me through wonders
Ami fed me her faith
Abu injected me with inquiry
I danced under your shadows
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She was ill since years
Injured in kidneys
Attacked on her lungs
Wrapped in her own body
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Either of the two is happening these days
We are either overbuilding it
Or we are excessively overtearing it
Goodness isn't grown from any part
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My beloved, I can feel your poetic desire
I can understand the air of emptiness
I do feel your earnestness
When you do not receive a lyric from my side
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I'm still nameless; I'm still no-one
Murdered out, disappeared away,
Here I stand as a series full of miseries
Enshrined by my vales, I'm still unknown
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While doing her analysis,
I consciously came to know that
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When the subtle echoes of the existence are over
When the heavily-loaded clouds burst not
When the fragrance of autumn restores the yesternight's silence
When the evening besides Sindh's sea wears lonesomeness
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Don't make haste to fall for him
Don't be too quick
Stay a little away
Observe him
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What's your name?
Not named in a right way.
What's the right way?
Right way is... just unakin to right men.
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Hey, stay there, you promised you see
Leaving read in the midst, that's uncool
Sideline me if you want to
But don't please turn the sky pale
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The unflinching faith & the solitary sigh
Partially they go unvoiced
Looking hither and thither, they go empty
Do they really go unvoiced?
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Aadil Hingorjo Biography
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)
The Best Poem Of Aadil Hingorjo
That Virgin Smile
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
And we felt the warmth of each other by seaside.
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Aadil Hingorjo Quotes
In me are limitless entrances I offer no exit once you're entered!
I might call myself a painting but the stupid world would then attempt to sketch me out. This world is you see terribly murderous; it creates you on her own and then smothers off your every echo in a merciless way.
Okay fine, let's now assume it that Allah, Eshwar or the God exists. But isn't it technically unfair to give us all, his most beloved creatures, only one fucking chance to attempt all the questions rightly to get the reward? Whosoever he is, he is uniquely smart. There is no other attempt; we are destined to either attempt it with his designed logic or fail the only attempt without giving it a practising head. It is but an honestly rude constitution. Isn't it? Resurrection? Criterions are all intertwined between angelic abstractness and magnificent goldy logic. If the day of judgement or any such episode comes ahead, I personally will ask the God to allow me for another attempt. If the creator allows, he will meet my faith otherwise it is nothing but all a blurred bue clip!
The poorest person is the one whose thoughts are primitive, pesky and the pissed off!
AI (Artificial Intelligence) cannot justifiably configure even a single step of human beings. Binary system proposed after Aristotle's Theory of Dualism can facilitate us partly but it cannot capture the richness of human language, its diversity, its intricacies and its multidimensional coherence on the basis of the fixed this or that one; there are no ultimate rights and extreme lefts in our gene. Not everyone is a true theist or the atheist; agnosticism continues to beautify the very many cores of the universe.
My home lies in the heart of poetry; I'm only deeply written on the body of her diary!
If I'm the last edge of the River Indus, then you, my beloved, are the Diya (candle) floating in my streams.
Stubborn, irrational, and unhearted men cannot feel the light of the Lord even after spending their whole life in prostrations. Omniscient God, I believe, can never be found in such conservative cores. Creator in itself is a huge charisma; he's purely wild, wise, and very vivacious to the versatile vistas of the world.
If it's gone frozen, it has certainly lost the flow!
November is the month that novelizes my soul. It's the noblest of all the months. If no November, then the entire narration simply goes lifeless!
Each of your expressions has its own roots way deepened in you. You subtly go through it, love. Even your angst too outlines the most genuine side of your soul.
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4/26/2024 7:37:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Astonished by your poetry gift, Aadil, your poems are Astounding! Reading your works of Art, was absolutely Breathtaking! Thank you! I have almost read every one that you've created, but I was offline. You inspired me to log in so that I could rate the few in a row-gave 10's all the way! How beautiful, the way you write as if on a fantastical journey. Thank you for sharing, I hear your every literary expression and experience in each note. Graciously humbled, Gio Masserati