RK Bhushan

Born on March 7, 1947 at Kartarpur in Jalandhar District, RKBhushan studied in
the Local DAV High School and did his graduation and post-graduation from
Doaba College, Jalandhar City (Panjab University, Chandigarh) in 1967 and 1969).
He retired as Head, Post-graduate Dept of English from LRDAV College after
about 37 years of teaching English Language and Literature. He earned an envious
reputation as a great scholar with a variety of academic and administrative, social
and cultural interests. His NCC training for about four years inculcated in him a
sense of great discipline and patriotism. A man of great industry and diligence, he
has remained uncompromising whatever has been the price- a rare species these
days. RKBhushan has been a good organizer of cultural and academic functions. He
is a very good orator and a creative writer and a critic with insight and intelligence.
He has attended national seminars and workshops and has been a visiting faculty
to deliver lectures to PG students of different colleges. He has also taught
Communications Skills, Personality Development to Police Personnel of Jagraon
Police District. Prof. RKBhushan served as HOD and Co-ordinator, Languages for
some time at Lovely Professional University, Jalandhar. At present, he is HOD,
Applied Sciences and Professor, Communication Skills at North West Institute of
Eng & Technology at Dhudike (Moga).
THE MESSAGE OF SILENCE
The flowers
Give their message
In silence-
With their rich, soft
Bloom, colour and fragrance.
The star-studded skies
Convey their message
In silence
With their heavenly
Love, light and peace.
The stones
Give their message
In silence
With their grace,
Majesty and magnanimity.
The ancient mountains
Convey their message
In silence-
With their snow-caps and grassy laps-
Their melting dance and musing trance.
The moon-lit night
Conveys its message
In silence
With silky sails in earthy vales
Slimming into sanguine silvery dawn.
The sun
Conveys its message
In silence
With its riotous journey
Of colours cool, bright and gay.
Then, Dear, why
Is your silence alone
So intriguing?
A TALE OF DREAMS
We are the shadows
Passing
In the naked nooks of night
Looking for a ray of light.
We walk on the earth
With eyes on the stars.
Skies swim and our eyes brim.
Our love-lulled hearts
And desire-dulled heads
Lead us to the pathways
Where we attempt in vain
To declare and establish
Our sovereignty.
The real fight begins;
Light grows dim;
Knowledge glows dark.
Fight lasts till
The last flicker
Puts it all out.
Look to the pathways,
Love and idolize them.
Think not of the stars-
Better to live and die
Larking with beauties here.
Living thus will take away
All cares and regrets.
When dead-
Out of ashes will emerge
Sparks as stars
To adore the strings of skies.
ROUGH AND TUMBLE TRAGEDY
The world where
Flatterers and fixers
Flourish and flutter;
The world where
Insecurity inspires them to be repressive;
The world where
The loss of advantage
Is relished by plebians.
Those who are to put out fires,
Dole out the standing promise
Of silent, stifled strategies
Authenticating submission
To suppression and slavery.
The din of dignity and respect
For human rights and freedoms
From fear and fratricide
Often submerges
In the deafening explosions.
Brutal expansionism
And democratic imperialism
Have changed
Their face and garb;
Of course, BENIGN!
And MAGNANIMOUS!
I watch the scenic beauty
Pitying myself as a prey
To prayers!
Hope is too true and committed
To desert!