Ketu takes away the why and leaves the ache

Ketu pulls the strings of fate. The reasons we meet fade into mystery. A quiet ache remains, growing. Love’s clarity slips, leaving only longing. A karmic force tugs, unseen, deep. The heart recalls, but it’s incomplete.

Detachment shrouds the connection we feel. A touch echoes something distant. Familiar feelings swirl in a fog. Yet the purpose in the present calls. But it stays just out of reach, a blur in our minds.

There’s no clear direction in this bond. Attraction binds, but with no map. A weighty pull, beyond comparison. A longing that resists answers, refuses relief. The questions never find their end.

The houses of the heart chill under Ketu’s influence. Venus and the Moon feel its grip. A fated encounter, standing still, suspended. An ancient story murmurs, soft and old. But its meaning doesn’t resonate in the now.

A quiet sadness lingers in the soul. For reasons hidden in cosmic dust. A destiny beyond our grasp, untold. A yearning born from a deep trust. A love that leaves us feeling incomplete.

Yet Ketu’s hand guides us forward. It pulls us from earthly desires. It leads us toward something greater. Beyond the ache, past our dreams, lies a spiritual truth to uncover. The love we seek isn’t just of this world, but something far more profound. A love that transcends time, beyond what we can understand, waiting to be realized.