I, have a confession to make The truth is I like being the other woman. Yes, The One Hated by all But revered by One I like the questioning eyes that follow me when I step out their gaze like a red carpet rolled out right in front of me to strut over. I like the judgement bestowed upon me from the moral high horse The scoff, in their tone. The smirk, on their lips. The surprise, in their innocent eyes. The freedom. Ah, the freedom! Maybe, I want you Maybe, I want you too. And why not? I like driving’em crazy. Feet on the accelerator, The car's gonna spin off. I like knowing We are headed to this Beautiful town called ‘no-where-land’ Where we make no promises hence, dispense no misery. But there’s adrenaline and ecstasy and love As selfless as promoted in the archetypal world. I like keeping secrets And also being one. I am the secret, I am the truth, I am the sin and The forbidden fruit. I like pulling the strings I like being worshipped And I like the taboo I am the taboo. I am the taboo, Yet you are drawn Like moth to a flame - Unable to retract what you started. Even if you wanted to. But don't take me Otherwise. After all, It was you who started with “Everything is fair In love and war” And when we meet In the folds of midnight, When the world drowns in darkness- It's a dance of both.