Manipulative streak? Rahu’s shadow at work

Rahu’s shadow descends, a subtle art. Illusions weave, desires impart. We seek to bend, to shape, to sway. Others’ minds, in subtle play. Charm masks intent, a hidden sting. We read their hearts, their fragile things. And use their trust, a cruel embrace. To claim our goals, to leave no trace. Reality blurs, a twisted view. Where right and wrong, they intertwine too. We justify, each selfish deed. And plant the seeds, of others’ need. Trust fades away, a broken chain. Leaving behind, a lingering pain. Can we break free, this subtle snare? And find a truth, beyond compare? Or are we bound, to play this role? A melancholy, shadowed soul.

The whispers of a hidden hand. That shapes the world, at our command. We seek to own, to hold, to bind. The fragile minds, we hope to find. Yet every victory leaves us bare. A hollow echo, in the air. We build our towers, made of lies. And watch the truth, before our eyes. Can we release the need to claim? And find a solace, beyond blame? Or are we destined to remain? In this shadowed, endless game.

The subtle dance of dark desire. Where manipulation’s flames transpire. We seek to bend, to twist, to mold. The stories that are yet untold. Yet every conquest leaves a stain. A heavy burden, and a pain. Can we find freedom from this snare? And leave behind this dark despair? Or are we bound to play this role? A lonely, lost, and shadowed soul.