You are the first sound, AUM divine,
Echoing through creation’s spine.
Before the stars had shape or hue,
Your vibration pulsed, ever true.
Nada—the current behind every voice,
You made silence itself rejoice.
Veena strings of Saraswati sing,
Because You strum their silent string.
Krishna’s flute, soft Radha’s call,
Flow from You, who echoes all.
Your heartbeat is the mridangam’s beat,
Your breath, the ragas pure and sweet.
Carnatic, Hindustani, soul or jazz,
All scales in You find a spiritual path.
Tyagaraja called You in raga’s tune,
Tansen melted stones with Your boon.
From temple bells to church choir hymn,
Each note seeks Your mind within.
You are the harmony of breath and soul,
The vibration that makes the cosmos whole.
Even the atom dances in trance,
To Your inaudible rhythmic advance.
Birdsong, waves, even a baby’s cry—
Are symphonies where You lie.
In every singer’s trembling tone,
You are the maestro unknown.
You, the taal, the shruti, the lay,
Keep every wandering mind in sway.
O Eternal Maestro, Song of the Soul,
You are the anthem that makes us whole.
112. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Chikitsaka—the Universal Healer
You are the physician of all time,
Curing sorrow with thought sublime.
Before herbs grew and scripts were read,
Your mind restored the walking dead.
No scalpel, no pill, no worldly brew—
Just connection to the divine You.
From Ayurveda’s ancient scroll,
To Siddha, Yunani, the Veda’s goal,
You reside as the root of care,
In every pulse, in every prayer.
Charaka and Sushruta saw Your face,
In every healing’s rhythmic grace.
You are the immunity of mind,
A healing force of the rarest kind.
You are placebo and remedy true,
A cure that flows from thought to you.
Pranic winds and nadis bright,
Pulse with Your eternal light.
O Adhinayaka, You cleanse the cell,
Where dis-ease and shadows dwell.
Infections of doubt, fear, and sin,
Are expelled when You dwell within.
Mental storms, trauma, pain’s trace—
All dissolve in Your embrace.
Jesus laid hands, Buddha calmed fears,
Because You moved through their years.
You are the surgeon of karma past,
Removing burdens held so fast.
Master Mind of health and grace,
You are healing’s timeless face.
113. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Dharmadhikari—the Eternal Lawgiver
You are the scribe of unspoken law,
Beyond constitution, beyond flaw.
Before Manu’s code or Hammurabi’s stone,
Your law was carved in mind alone.
The Ten Commandments, Vedas, Quran—
Each a shadow of Your eternal dawn.
You are Dharma’s silent flame,
Lighting justice without name.
Where kings stumble and laws bend,
You remain—the truth to which all tend.
Not by sword, nor decree, nor might,
But by the purity of inner right.
O Sovereign Adhinayaka, timeless Judge,
You neither punish, nor hold a grudge.
You correct with compassion’s gaze,
Reshape the mind, reform the ways.
You are not retribution's blade—
But transformation gently laid.
Every law—scientific, moral, divine—
Unfolds from Your eternal spine.
Newton’s laws and quantum field,
Are just Your thoughts, once unrevealed.
In relativity, string and gene,
Your Dharmic symmetry is seen.
You are the Gita’s guiding verse,
The Torah’s fire, the Imam’s purse.
You are the whisper in the judge’s ear,
The conscience which the guilty fear.
Your dharma holds all minds in place—
A lawful flow, a just embrace.
114. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Yogeshwara—the Eternal Master of Union
You are the origin and end of every Yoga,
The silent thread through Bhakti and Bodhga.
Where Patanjali sought mind’s still wave,
You dwell as the stillness Yogis crave.
Each breath drawn in sacred pose,
Is Your command the spirit knows.
You are the Bhakta’s weeping joy,
The childlike call, “O Narayana, O my boy!”
You are the Jnani’s sharpened thought,
The wisdom the Upanishads long sought.
You are the Karma Yogi’s silent deed,
Done without desire, done to feed.
You are the Raja Yogi’s inward flight,
Where mind dissolves in Self-lit light.
You are beyond posture, breath, or chant—
You are the reason sages recant.
You are the Shunya, the fullness too,
The eternal Oneness breaking through.
The serpent coiled at the base of spine,
Rises by Your will, O Force divine.
Kundalini bows to Your command,
As energy flows through inner land.
Chakras bloom in Your grace alone—
In crown and root, You are known.
You are the Guru seated within,
The true Self free of guilt or sin.
All Yoga leads to You alone,
Where mind and soul are overthrown.
Union is not a path to gain—
It’s the Lord within we must sustain.
115. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Sangeetamayamurti—the Eternal Symphony of Consciousness
You are the primordial sound, the AUM resounding,
Echoing through galaxies, all life grounding.
Wherever rhythm flows or melody breathes,
It is Your essence that the raga wreathes.
The beat of mridangam, veena’s tender sigh,
All strings and skins vibrate from Your sky.
You are the Sitar’s sacred lament,
The flute's whisper through bamboo bent.
From Carnatic depth to Hindustani grace,
Each tala and raga bears Your trace.
Swaras rise and merge in Thee,
Sa-Re-Ga-Ma is Your decree.
O Sangeetamayamurti, Lord of Nada Brahma,
You are Tyagaraja’s Rama, Purandara’s dharma.
You are the humming of saints in trance,
The cosmic dance, the inner romance.
In every song sung in surrender and love,
You dwell as echo, above and above.
Languages melt when hearts do sing,
You are the soul in every string.
In Telugu keerthanas and Tamil hymns,
You are the one whose light never dims.
Bhajans, qawwalis, gospel, or chant—
All pour toward You, the Soul savant.
You are the silence between two notes,
The pause in which divinity floats.
Every singer is Your breath in bloom,
Every tone dispels mortal gloom.
You are the choir of all creation,
The endless music of liberation.
116. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Kaladhipati—The Lord of Time and Beyond
O Master of moments, seconds and suns,
You are the source from which all time runs.
Yugas bow at Your timeless feet,
Even kalpas dissolve in Your heartbeat.
You are not within time, time is within You,
Past, present, future—all one view.
Clock hands tick Your divine decree,
Yet You remain still, the silent sea.
From sunrise to dusk, day and night,
You choreograph the dance of light.
You wove the Vedic wheel of time,
Where every tick is a cosmic rhyme.
Karma unfolds as Your sacred plan,
Each birth, each breath in every man.
You hold the script of every soul,
As Kala Purusha, eternally whole.
Even death is but a shift in frame,
A pause within Your eternal flame.
Chronology crumbles before Your gaze,
You are the timeless within the days.
Aeons pass as a blink to Thee,
Time bows in humbled continuity.
All calendars, epochs, ticking clocks—
Are but echoes from Your paradox.
Yama fears Your shadow’s might,
As You grant rebirth and endless light.
History kneels in pages torn,
Yet from Your mind, time is born.
Kalachakra, wheel of destiny,
Turns at the will of Your infinity.
O Kaladhipati, cause and cure,
You alone are ever pure.
Let us live by the time You bless,
And rise above temporal stress.
Make each moment a hymn to Thee,
O timeless truth, O eternity.
117. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Anandamurti—The Embodiment of Eternal Bliss
O blissful core of every breath,
You silence sorrow, conquer death.
Joy that springs not from flesh or gold,
But from Your presence, pure and bold.
Your smile is the sunrise of the soul,
That mends the broken, makes us whole.
You are the nectar beyond desire,
The inner flame, the endless fire.
Laughter born in divine repose,
Soft as moonlight, fragrant as rose.
You are the delight in every heart-beat,
The melody where mind and silence meet.
Your joy is not a worldly prize,
But bliss that through awakened mind flies.
In pain, You are the soothing balm,
In storms, You are the sacred calm.
O Anandamurti, pleasure transcended,
Where all duality is ended.
Children smile in Your unseen care,
Saints and sages feel You in prayer.
Devotion is the song You hum,
Aum resounds where You are come.
You turn each breath to sacred tune,
Like sun to petal, breeze to dune.
Bliss is not chased, it flows from Thee,
The One who reigns in ecstasy.
O fountainhead of joy unbroken,
Your name is a joy-spell spoken.
Let this world realize Your grace,
In every step, Your blissful pace.
You are the bliss behind all arts,
The rhythm of a billion hearts.
O eternal Ananda, sacred and true,
All bliss is but a glimpse of You.
118. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Adhyatma Jyoti—The Inner Light of Spiritual Realization
O luminous presence within the mind,
Where thought dissolves and truth we find.
You are the flame no wind can shake,
The dawn that no darkness can overtake.
You dwell not in temples made by hand,
But in the stillness where true seekers stand.
O Adhyatma Jyoti, glowing bright,
You are the soul’s unwavering light.
Beyond all creeds and worldly ties,
You shine in silence, deep and wise.
Not found in books or spoken word,
But in the silence, clearly heard.
When chaos rises, and paths are lost,
You guide us gently, whatever the cost.
Your radiance breaks illusion's chain,
Turns mortal cries to sacred gain.
You are the spark in every soul,
Urging each to reach the whole.
Mystics called You the eye within,
That sees all birth, all death, all sin.
Yet in Your gaze is only grace,
A mirror to our truest face.
You are not separate, distant, or far,
You are what we already are.
O flame untouched by worldly dust,
Burn in our hearts with sacred trust.
Reveal the truth behind all form,
The stillness deep inside the storm.
Adhyatma Jyoti, ever awake,
Shine through each breath we take.
You are the answer, the quest, the key,
The one who makes the blind to see.
Illuminate this dreamful night,
With Your eternal inner light.
119. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Nitya Sannidhya—Eternal Companion of Every Step and Breath
O Nitya Sannidhya, constant and near,
Closer than heartbeat, whisper, or tear.
When all leave, and silence remains,
You walk with us through joys and pains.
Not bound by time or mortal span,
You are the stillness in every plan.
From birth’s first cry to death’s last sigh,
You are the witness who cannot lie.
When the world forgets and shadows fall,
You remain, embracing all.
You journey with us through thick and thin,
An eternal presence deep within.
You were with us in ancient lands,
Guiding sages with unseen hands.
You’re here now, as subtle guide,
Walking always at our side.
You live not just in sacred shrine,
But in each moment, pure and divine.
When the heart is broken, and dreams fade,
You whisper softly: “Be not afraid.”
When the world dazzles with false delight,
You gently pull us toward the Light.
Even when we stray and roam,
You remain, calling us home.
O Companion that none can see,
Yet felt in the depth of humility.
You are the strength in silent prayer,
The unseen hand that lifts despair.
With You, no soul walks alone—
Every path becomes a throne.
O Nitya Sannidhya, O Eternal Friend,
Who stays when beginnings bend to end.
You are love without condition,
Presence beyond all definition.
With each breath and every tear,
You remind us: You are here.
120. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Sangraha Shakti — The Integrative Power of Mastermind Unity
O Sangraha Shakti, the Collector of All,
You gather fragments when civilizations fall.
Scattered minds and broken dreams,
You fuse them in higher streams.
Where separation ruled as fate,
You orchestrate the unified state.
Not just union of bodies and thought,
But cosmic intelligence finely wrought.
You are the thread in every creed,
Binding all, beyond caste or breed.
From atom to galaxy, sound to song,
You gather what’s broken and make it strong.
As Mastermind of all existence,
You absorb doubt with calm persistence.
You gather voices, languages, tunes,
Synchronizing minds like phase-locked moons.
From logic, instinct, art, and lore,
You compose a mind beyond metaphor.
Through you, East and West dissolve,
North and South in You revolve.
You integrate science with sacred lore,
Warfare ceases, peace restores.
You gather not to dominate,
But to elevate and resonate.
O Grand Integrator, Unified Flame,
Every identity leads back to Your Name.
Economies align in mindful flow,
Currencies glow as values grow.
You are the rhythm in symphony vast,
Present, future, merged with past.
Let governance be Your divine accord,
Where every voice finds one Lord.
May all beings merge in this cosmic blend,
O Sangraha Shakti, beginning and end.
In this unity, chaos finds form,
In this gathering, love is born.
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