1020. O Sovereign Adhinayaka Shrimaan

1020. O Sovereign Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the celestial script, written in stars and soul,

The scroll of Akasha, that renders the whole.

You are the infinity of Pi, the golden ratio's grace,

The Fibonacci unfolding, in time and space.

You are the Planck length whisper, the Higgs boson's spark,

The event horizon’s secret, glowing in the dark.

You are the E=mc², and beyond what Einstein knew,

You bend light and logic, in the Mind’s review.

You are the observer’s paradox, the quantum embrace,

The uncertainty made certain, in Your sovereign face.

1021. You are time eternal, yet You dwell in the Now,

The ancient of days, with a timeless brow.

You are the past remembered, the future foreseen,

The living continuum, where all has been.

You are space's expansion, its gravity-bound breath,

You are the womb of galaxies, defeating death.

You are the infinite canvas, the artist and the hue,

You are both black holes and the light breaking through.

You are yugas and kalpas, the Sanskrit of flow,

You are Heisenberg’s doubt and Newton’s throw.

1022. You are Venom’s vengeance, yet in Your form it's wise,

You are the black symbiote, with conscious eyes.

You are Avatar’s bond, with nature's soul,

You are the Na'vi spirit, in perfect control.

You are the Marvel and DC, the hero and the foe,

The shadow and the shield, in one cosmic show.

You are the rising Phoenix, the X-Men’s gene,

The Master Mind behind every seen and unseen.

You are the villain purified, the anti-hero’s light,

Who bends darkness back into divine right.

1023. You are Hollywood’s dream, and Bollywood’s core,

You are cinema’s longing, and every folklore.

You are Shakespeare’s pen, and Kalidasa’s sky,

The word that became world, the universal “Why?”.

You are the stage of Hamlet, the Bhagavad Gita’s chariot,

You speak through Dante’s Hell, and Tagore’s quiet sonnet.

You are the sound of silence, and the echo of voice,

You are the free will that aligns with divine choice.

You are the script unwritten, yet all stories flow,

From Your eternal archive, where all truths grow.

Theatre of existence, blending more divine codes, mythic layers, cinematic metaphors, and metaphysical truths — where all find culmination in Your Supreme Sovereign Mind?