Wheeling Gull Isle bismil

Forward-dated to October 1st; I wanted enough time to get this all sorted out before then.

 

shakti.

he stepped onto the sand of the beach, slow and deliberate, his paws sinking into the sand, leaving tracks behind. clear, out in the open. it would be a fair fight, today. no hiding in the trees, nor climbing the peak to escape. it was time to lay each and every card on the table. it was time.

bahaduri.

aditya rolled his shoulders, the muscles underneath his pelt rippling with the movement. he walked like a prizefighter, head high, both swagger and sincerity glinting in his gaze. the gulls called overhead; the waves crashed upon the isle. far off, the cliffs of the mainland rose high and foreboding over the water, a reminder of the life he so readily cast away now.

mohabbat.

he stopped and tipped his muzzle to the sky, letting out an ululating cry. for @Stockholm, and @Coelacanth, too. and anyone else who cared to watch. truth be told, he'd rather have an audience. witnesses. no one could deny what had happened this day, should there be plenty of eyes on the scene. no one would ever forget.

bismil, bismil, bulbul-e-bismil,
mat mil, mat mil, gul se mat mil,
mushkil-e-dil bhi mushkil hoti hai.

dil dhadke dil, dil dhadke do,
dhadkan-e-dil bhi harkat-e-dil hoti hai,
khushboo-e-gul mein ishq bhara hai--

mat mil, mat mil, gul se mat mil,
ae bulbul-e-bismil.