Ketu’s Veil, Self’s Fading Presence

Ketu resides, in first house’s veil. Self fades away, where presence should be found. Detachment whispers, in lonely, empty halls. Identity blurs, in karmic, shadowed ways. Can self be known, when shadows hold the key?

Physical form drifts, a vessel lost at sea. Confidence wanes, where strength should brightly burn. Apathy lingers, in silent, vacant rooms. Can self be claimed, when will refuses to rise?

Identity’s mirror cracks, reflecting distant shores. Rootless feelings rise, where belonging should reside. Familiar echoes sound, of lives that once were known. Can self be built, on memories long flown?

Past lives haunt, in present’s fragile guise. Self-doubt whispers, in lonely, empty nights. Disillusionment reigns, where hope should brightly gleam. Can self be healed, from wounds that never seem to cease?

Spiritual release waits, beyond the karmic chain. Self-awareness sought, in lonely, silent quests. Can self be freed, from burdens long and deep? Or does detachment leave, a soul eternally lost?