Notes from Exile
Lokesh Tuli
Spoken verses. Heartbreaks, mostly. Three a.m. confessions.Some are about a woman. Some are about a room she isn't in anymore. Some are about strangers I watched for four minutes and thought about for a year.Things I saw and couldn't put down. Written, read out loud, with music underneath. Two a week, for as long as I'm here to make them.