Ketu’s Haze, Detachment’s Lonely Whisper

Ketu resides, in seventh house’s haze. Detachment whispers, where love should bloom. Distant echoes, of past lives’ pain. Intimacy falters, in karmic, lonely ways. Can hearts connect, when souls drift far away?

Partners appear, shadows of what was. Emotionally lost, in distant, empty space. Isolation reigns, where closeness should reside. Can love survive, when hearts refuse to meet?

Transient bonds form, then fade like morning mist. Unconventional paths, where norms are overthrown. Freedom whispers, in lonely, empty rooms. Can hearts find peace, when roots refuse to grow?

Past lives haunt, in present’s fragile frame. Misunderstandings rise, like shadows from the past. Disillusionment lingers, a cold, empty gaze. Can love be found, when ghosts refuse to leave?

Spiritual release waits, beyond the karmic chain. Self-awareness sought, in lonely, silent nights. Can hearts break free, from cycles long and deep? Or does detachment leave, a soul eternally lost?