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!