प्रेम सत्संग सुधा माला पृ. 87

prem satsang sudha mala

apane sakha subal ko unhoanne kuchh sanket kiya, maian kuchh sahami, ve kuchh hansakar age badhe, maian bhi age badhi. maian aur ve donoan amane-samane the. maian jhamoore ki tarah nach rahi thi. ve age badhate, maian age badhati; ve pichhe hatate, maian pichhe hatati; ve hansate, maian hansati. is prakar n jane kitani der ham log khelate rahe. par maian ab apane ko sanbhal n saki. moorchchhit hokar bhoomi par girane hi ja rahi thi, bas gir hi chuki thi ki mere prananath dau d aye aur unhoanne apani sukumar bhujaoan ka sahara dekar mujhe baitha diya.’ pas hi meri sakhi kh di thi, use sanket karake unhoanne kaha- ‘ri! nek is bavali ko sanbhal.’ uddhav!...ab age kuchh kahate nahian banata, bas us anand ko vyakt karane ki shakti nahian. ah, uddhav! mere pyare sakha ke...maian bhool gayi hooan, apane-ap ko bhi bhool jati hooan. ‘nahian, nahian mitr! shyamasundar to mathura gaye hue haian, kal nahian, kuchh din pahale aisi ghatana huee thi. sachamuch uddhav! maian bhool gayi thi, soch rahi thi ki kal hi vah ghatana ghati thi, isaliye sunati gayi. par pyare sakha! pyare shyamasundar ke sakha! mohan ke sakha! vah ghatana roj thik sham hote hi aankhoan ke samane nachane lagati hai. thik-thik anubhav karati hooan, vaise hi ho raha hai. ab kuchh hosh hua hai, sochati hooan- prananath mathura mean haian, maian to pagali ho rahi hooan, isiliye unhean pas anubhav karati hooan. jo ho, mitr! vah mukh saroj, vah shyam megh-sa sharir, ve kamal ke saman netr, vah mastani chal, unaki vah mohan musakan kabhi bhooli nahian jati. nirantar ve hi, ve hi aankhoan ke samane nachate rahate haian. pyare mitr! shyamasundar ke sakha! mere prananath ka hraday atyant udar hai, usamean nishthurata nam ko bhi nahian hai. unhean meri dasha ka pata nahian, isiliye ve der kar rahe haian. isiliye pyare uddhav! maian hath jo dakar ek bhikh maangati hooan, ek vinay karati hooan- itani hi kripa, bas, itani kripa karana; jakar mere shyamasundar se, mere prananath, mere hridayeshvar se kah dena- aankhean taras rahi haian, jhulasati ja rahi haian, usi mukh saroj ko, usi shyamasundar-sharir ko hi, kamaladal-se netroan ko, usi lalit mastani chal ko, usi mand musakan ko aankhean khoj rahi haian. aankhoan ko bas, itani hi pyas hai. pyare uddhav! meri or se kah dena- bas, ek bar ke liye, ek hi bar ke liye, vahi jhaanki karakar ve phir bhale hi mathura chale jayan, khoob sukh se rahean. ek bar bas, ek bar dasi ke nayanoan ki pyas bujhakar chale jayan. uddhav! itani hi bhikh tumase maangati hooan- tum mere prananath ko, mere hrideshvar ko mere hraday ka yah sandesh suna dena.’