Ketu Fifth: Lust’s Empty Echo

A strange detachment lingers there. Ketu in the fifth, a heart adrift. They seek the thrill, the fleeting touch. Is it passion’s fire, or just empty air? Love’s game they play, with distant eyes. Emotions fail, like fading stars. Do they fear connection, or just the pain? Children’s laughter, a bittersweet sound. Creativity’s spark, a flickering flame. Is it past wisdom, or present loss? They chase the joy, the fleeting high.

A hollow echo, in their empty soul. Do they seek release, or just escape? Patterns repeat, a karmic loop. They search for meaning, in the void. Is it self-discovery, or just despair? Pleasure’s phantom, a haunting dream. They yearn for wholeness, yet feel torn. Is it freedom sought, or just a lonely path? A melancholic journey, to find peace. Can they embrace the void, and still be whole?