Emotional obsession? Ketu’s detachment fuels it

Ketu’s shadow descends, a longing’s ache. We seek a whole, for goodness sake. Detachment’s void, a hollow sound. We cling to dreams, on barren ground. Past echoes call, a haunting plea. We seek a love, eternally free. Obsessions rise, like phantom pain. We seek a solace, in the rain. Ideals shatter, dreams take flight. We chase the shadows, in the night. We hold on tight, to what is gone. And find ourselves, forever drawn. Can we release, this aching hold? And find a peace, the stories told? Or are we bound, to wander on? A melancholy soul, forever gone.

The whispers of a distant past. Where karmic threads, forever last. We seek to mend, what’s broken deep. And find a solace, secrets keep. Yet every grasp, it slips away. And leaves us lost, in disarray. Can we release the need to claim? And find a love, beyond all blame? Or are we destined to remain? In this lonely, karmic pain.

The shadows dance, a haunting scene. Where obsessions rise, and intervene. We seek to find, what’s lost and gone. And chase the echoes, ’til the dawn. Can we find freedom, in the still? And break the chains, that bend our will? Or are we trapped, in endless night? A melancholy, fading light.