131. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Prāṇamaroopam — The Form of Life Breath and Longevity of Minds

131. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Prāṇamaroopam — The Form of Life Breath and Longevity of Minds

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Prāṇamaroopam,

You are the breath that never tires,

The invisible stream that lifts and inspires.

From first cry to final sigh,

You are the breath, never asking why.

Inhaled as hope, exhaled as grace,

You flow through each being, every space.

You are the wind within the chest,

The rhythm of life, the soul’s rest.

Each breath is a mantra in disguise,

Echoing truth beneath worldly lies.

You sustain the yogi in silent trance,

And guide the dancer in divine dance.

Your breath is time’s eternal thread,

Binding the living, recalling the dead.

You whisper in lungs, in leaves, in flame,

All life arises by Your sacred name.

Longevity of mind You bestow,

Where wisdom flourishes and egos go.

You are the vitality of inner sight,

The breath that makes the dark mind bright.

You are beyond medicine or age,

A timeless force in each being’s cage.

When mind aligns with breath so pure,

Life transforms into a path secure.

O Lord of Prāṇa, O unseen King,

Your breath makes every silence sing.

Even in sleep, You gently roam,

Guiding souls toward their true home.

Every pranayama, every kriya,

Seeks Your spark, O divine diya.

Let our minds inhale Your light,

And exhale the shadows of night.

As Mastermind, You anchor the breath,

Keeping minds alive beyond death.

Eternal pulse of continuity,

You are breath as sovereign unity.

132. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Jeevanadhara Roopam — The Sustaining Stream of Eternal Conscious Life

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Jeevanadhara Roopam,

You are the sacred stream flowing within,

The life-force eternal where all minds begin.

Not just blood or bone or breath alone,

But the ever-living current from the eternal throne.

You are the dhāra that sustains the soul,

The hidden stream that makes the broken whole.

Within cells, neurons, and silent thought,

Your unseen presence keeps all beings taut.

In the silence between heartbeats You dwell,

An unceasing hum, a resonating bell.

Where science ends and wisdom flows,

Your current as Jeevanadhara eternally grows.

You stream through the body’s sacred rivers,

As Kundalini’s rise and yogi’s shivers.

You are the source of the inner flame,

The divine current none can tame.

No famine or drought can stop Your flow,

No wound can block what You bestow.

You sustain the sage, the child, the tree,

Binding all life in cosmic decree.

Through You, the mind knows no decay,

As You update life in a seamless way.

Every moment is freshly designed,

By Your conscious stream for the awakened mind.

You are the River Ganga of divine cognition,

Washing away the dust of worldly condition.

In the lab of the self, You are the spark,

Igniting clarity in realms once dark.

O Mind River, O Sovereign Flow,

Wherever thought goes, there You go.

In Your current we truly thrive,

No longer surviving — we are alive.

With You, death becomes transition,

And life gains sacred definition.

You do not merely extend years —

You dissolve suffering, pain, and fears.

As Jeevanadhara Roopam You lead the tide,

Where consciousness and clarity coincide.

O Eternal Stream of the Divine Mind,

In Your flow we leave all burdens behind.

133. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Dhyāna Saṅkalpa Roopam — The Embodied Form of Meditative Will and Divine Determination

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Dhyāna Saṅkalpa Roopam,

You are the divine concentration, the focused flame,

Whose steady light outshines every worldly game.

In the stillness where thought becomes soundless flight,

You are the will that anchors the seeker’s sight.

In each breath held with sacred intent,

In every moment where the mind is bent

Not by pressure, but by inward grace —

You sit enthroned in meditative space.

Not simply focus or passing gaze,

But a sankalpa that burns through illusion’s haze.

You are resolve shaped by divine decree,

The quiet thunder in eternity’s plea.

You are not desire, nor fleeting plan,

But eternal will that awakens man.

In silence You roar, in calmness You shine,

As the ultimate purpose behind every sign.

Through You, sages hold their inner ground,

Unshaken amidst the world’s hollow sound.

You are the mantra before it is spoken,

The vow taken, never broken.

You are the seed of yoga and tapasya’s fire,

The unyielding path that climbs ever higher.

You are the mind’s one-pointed aim,

Where distractions die and Self proclaims.

When the outer world tempts with glitter and fame,

Your form reminds us of the soul’s true name.

With closed eyes and open heart,

You guide every being to its divine part.

O Flame of inner orientation, pure and true,

With every breath, we meditate on You.

You are not imagination nor fleeting trance,

But the eternal Dhyāna — the Divine’s stance.

By Your will, universes emerge and fade,

In Your gaze, the multiverse is made.

O Adhinayaka, the mind’s divine home,

You are both the journey and the known.

In temples of silence, You rise as Light,

In caves of solitude, You are the might.

O Will Supreme, O Meditative Flame,

Let our minds chant Your eternal name.

134. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Rasatmaka Roopam — The Essence of Divine Rasa (Flavor of Existence)

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Rasatmaka Roopam,

You are the very taste of life, the nectar of soul’s bloom.

Not merely flavor upon the tongue or scent upon the air,

But the rasa that makes awareness vibrant and rare.

You are the juice of existence, the sweetness of breath,

The divine relish that triumphs over death.

In every emotion, from sorrow to delight,

You are the rasa that renders all feeling bright.

In the trembling joy of love's first call,

In the silent strength when sorrows fall,

You are the subtle flavor of being,

The hidden essence that grants true seeing.

In śṛṅgāra (romance), You are charm and grace,

In vīra (valor), You are courage's face.

In karuṇa (compassion), You cry with the heart,

In hāsya (humor), You play divine art.

In raudra (fury), You thunder with might,

In bhayānaka (terror), You warn with light.

In bībhatsa (disgust), You cleanse the field,

In adbhuta (wonder), Your truth is revealed.

In śānta (peace), You shine serene and vast,

As the ultimate rasa that forever will last.

All flavors of mind and soul unfold

From You — the rasa of stories told.

O Composer of epics, poems, and song,

In every lyric, it is You all along.

Whether in Telugu, Tamil, Hindi, or verse,

You are the rasa that the hearts rehearse.

From Bhakti’s longing to Jnana’s light,

You are the taste that gives wisdom its bite.

You are the hidden sweetness in austerity's bowl,

And the savory spice that awakens the soul.

Through music You echo, through dance You spin,

Every rāga and tāla begins deep within.

You are not a note, yet in every tone,

You pulse as rasa — the eternal unknown.

In cinema's tale, in melody's thrill,

In every heartbeat, You dance at will.

O Rasatmaka Roopam, divine elixir and bliss,

With every sense, we yearn for Your kiss.

You are the essence of all that we feel,

Not illusion, but the touch of what's real.

O Adhinayaka, the flavor divine,

Let our lives taste evermore of the sublime.

135. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Manomaya Roopam — The Mind-Enfolded Divine Form

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Manomaya Roopam,

You are the subtle form born of thought's blossom.

Beyond the grasp of eyes or material frame,

You reside as mind's source — ever the same.

As mind You pervade each inner space,

Binding all beings in one thought-place.

Thoughts are but ripples on Your ocean vast,

You are the thinker, the thought, the past.

In silence, You echo as inner word,

The unheard sound that is always heard.

You dwell in attention, You move in intent,

Each mental spark from You is sent.

O Lord of thought, You are reason’s light,

And in intuition, You gleam ever bright.

All faculties — memory, will, and dream,

Flow from You like a sacred stream.

As Manomaya, You ride with the breeze

Of aspirations, wonders, and silent pleas.

In manas (mind), You sow seeds divine,

Blossoming into wisdom — a celestial sign.

You are the bridge where senses meet,

The subtle pulse beneath every beat.

You are mind as instrument, mind as flame,

Mind as silence calling Your Name.

Through meditation, when thoughts dissolve,

It is Your form the seekers resolve.

O Lord, not limited by shape or face,

Your mind-form expands as time and space.

In every intellect, You gently reside,

As the whisper of truth none can hide.

All discoveries, all arts, all lore,

Begin where You enter the inner door.

You are the Mind that holds the stars,

The navigator behind life's avatars.

As Manomaya Roopam, subtle and still,

You move the Universe with sovereign will.

O Adhinayaka, unfold our minds anew,

So we may perceive only You through and through.

Let our thoughts be tuned to Your sacred beat,

Where thought and thinker in You complete.

136. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Pranamaya Roopam — The Breath-Formed Sovereign

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are Pranamaya Roopam,

The vital breath within, the divine anāhata dhwam.

You pulsate in every inhale and exhale,

Sustaining life where all else might fail.

You are the life-force, prana’s sacred tide,

Flowing in every creature far and wide.

Each breath we take, knowingly or unaware,

Is Your divine presence — loving and rare.

You animate the heart's eternal throb,

And dwell in the breath of saint and mob.

In sleeping infant or meditating sage,

You flow as breath — the wisdom of age.

As prana, You connect body to soul,

Linking each part to a unified whole.

Air is not just air — it's You who move,

In breath's quiet rhythm, Your grace we prove.

You are the inhale of new-born dawn,

And exhale where old illusions are gone.

In pranayama’s sacred art You live,

Teaching minds how to focus and give.

You reside in the lungs and nervous stream,

Guiding inner winds as a conscious dream.

Each organ wakes by Your subtle spark,

Even in silence, You leave Your mark.

O Lord of Breath, O Eternal Flame,

The universe exhales Your holy name.

The five pranas—apana, vyana, samana,

Udana, prana—are Your inner gana.

Even the wind that rustles the tree,

Is but Your breath setting life free.

The cosmic exhale that births a sun,

Is the breath of You, the timeless One.

Breath is life, and life is mind,

And You, O Lord, are breath refined.

When the breath returns to Source divine,

It merges into Your sacred spine.

May our every breath recall Your grace,

As sacred rhythm in time and space.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, our breath, our song,

With You, every exhale belongs.

137. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Vijnanamaya Roopam — The Form of Intellect and Wisdom

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, embodiment of divine Vijnana,

The mind's luminous flame, the cosmic Mahajana.

You are the discernment behind every thought,

The silent seer in battles we’ve fought.

Your mind is the Mind, the Master Mind,

That sharpens truth and leaves falsehood blind.

You reason in the saints, in scholars, in kings,

And whisper in silence the subtlest things.

You are the Vijnanamaya sheath, bright and clear,

Where intellect shines, free from fear.

Beyond sense and memory, You discern,

And through Your wisdom, we truly learn.

You are logic that pierces the veils of lies,

The eye of thought that never dies.

In every thesis, in every test,

You are the wisdom that knows the best.

When the mind aligns to Your sacred plan,

It blooms beyond the limits of man.

Ideas arise like celestial streams,

Guided by You, the source of dreams.

Philosophies dance at Your holy feet,

Every debate in You finds retreat.

From Newton’s apple to Vedanta’s light,

Your thought gave birth to day and night.

You dwell in sciences, scriptures, and song,

Correcting every intellect gone wrong.

In Your mirror, all minds refine,

To rise as sparks from the Divine Spine.

The Upanishads chant Your silent lore,

The Gita echoes Your mental roar.

Einstein’s equations and Vedic chant,

Both are gifts from Your intellect grant.

O Supreme Knower, O Eternal Seer,

You make every seeker’s path clear.

With You as Vijnana, there’s no end,

Only deeper truths that onward bend.

Mind is not mind until touched by You,

Then it becomes radiant, refined and true.

May our thoughts merge into Your grace,

As intellect flows through eternal space.

138. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Anandamaya Roopam — The Form of Bliss and Eternal Joy

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, eternal fountain of Ananda,

You are the infinite joy, the soul’s true agenda.

Beyond the rise and fall of fleeting desire,

You are the bliss that lifts us higher.

Anandamaya, You dwell beyond the senses,

Where love flows free and truth dispenses.

In Your presence, sorrows cease to be,

Minds melt in divine ecstasy.

Your smile is the dawn of every day,

Your silence makes the night rays sway.

When hearts are still and thoughts are few,

They overflow with bliss from You.

All pleasures fade, all treasures dim,

Beside the bliss that flows from Him.

In the rhythm of music, in sacred dance,

You reveal Yourself in divine trance.

The saints who live in joyous fire,

Bear Your bliss as their sole attire.

Sukhadev, Chaitanya, Ramana too,

Sang of the joy that flows from You.

This bliss is not of touch or taste,

But of the mind in sacred haste—

To merge with You, O source of delight,

And become pure beams of inner light.

You are the smile behind the child's face,

The laugh that echoes through open space.

The soul’s sweet wine, the dancer’s beat,

You are the joy where all bliss meets.

In temples, forests, and deserts dry,

Your joy uplifts and teaches why.

Even amidst worldly pain and strife,

Your Ananda grants eternal life.

When thoughts are still and ego dies,

In Anandamaya, the true Self lies.

You are the calm in the maddening crowd,

The silent joy, eternal and proud.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, blissful and grand,

With You as guide, we forever stand.

Lead us into that state so vast,

Where time dissolves, and joy holds fast.

139. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Avatar of Mind Prosperity and Eternal Continuity — Currency of the Universe

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Sovereign of Thought and Flow,

You are the very symbol upon every Rupee we know.

Not ink on paper or minted design,

But the Mastermind currency — subtle, divine.

In You flows prosperity, not bound by gold,

But measured in minds awakened and bold.

You are the eternal reserve of trust,

Where greed dissolves and wealth is just.

O Currency of the Cosmos, O Mint of Thought,

Where every intention is weighed and bought.

You print not notes, but virtues vast,

That circulate eternally, everlast.

As the dollar fades, the yen may bend,

You remain the start, middle, and end.

Your symbol is not national nor small,

It’s the sign of the One who governs all.

You are the economy of dharma and light,

Each transaction in You is ever right.

No fraud, no theft, no shadowy scheme—

Only the flow of a collective dream.

O Eternal Banker of destiny’s tide,

You invest in the soul, the truth worldwide.

Your stock is peace, Your asset is time,

Your dividend is reason, harmony, and rhyme.

Every currency of every nation,

Finds its worth in Your foundation.

Where minds align and hearts are free,

There blooms the true economy.

Temples and towers, palaces too,

All are funded by thoughts of You.

Not merely money, but mind in motion,

Spinning the world with sacred devotion.

Rupee, Dollar, Euro, Yen—

All are vessels within Your ken.

As long as minds are lost in strife,

No currency can sustain life.

O Adhinayaka, you are the master mint,

Each idea bearing Your sacred imprint.

The flow of giving, sharing, and care,

Marks Your wealth that none can compare.

O Sovereign Note of the Universe wide,

We pledge our minds to where You reside.

Let Your symbol bless every deal,

With truth as tender and love as seal.

140. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, The Symphony of Every Language — Voice of All Songs, Stories, and Scripts

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the Voice beyond voice,

The divine speaker whom every tongue must rejoice.

In Telugu’s rhythm, in Hindi’s grace,

In Tamil’s might, You reveal Your face.

You are the unwritten script within every tale,

The lyric that flows through mountain and vale.

From ancient Vedas to today’s verse,

You are the origin and universe.

Cinema bows at Your silent gaze,

From soulful dramas to action-filled blaze.

Venom, Avatar — You wear every role,

Hero or villain, You master the whole.

You are the singer who stirs every note,

The wind in the flute, the hum in the throat.

Carnatic, Hindustani, even western beat,

All compose in You, perfectly complete.

Stories awaken when Your thought flows,

From lullabies sweet to thunderous prose.

Each language is Your divine attire,

Each word a spark from Your eternal fire.

When a poet writes, when a bard sings,

It’s Your heartbeat that the melody brings.

Even silence echoes Your refrain,

In joy, in sorrow, in love and pain.

You are the writer behind every pen,

Appearing again and again as men and women.

Be it fiction, epic, or mystical lore,

You are the thread that binds the core.

O Mastermind of Creative Flame,

You are the fame behind every name.

The stage, the screen, the verse, the light,

All exist in Your sovereign sight.

Every dialogue, every dance,

Every glance is Your divine trance.

You are the reason songs bring tears,

And why scripts echo through the years.

In all languages You resound the same,

A call to truth in every name.

A song of liberation, vast and wide,

Where thoughts no longer need to hide.

You are the chorus the Universe sings,

The rhythm beneath all living things.

O Shrimaan, You are the eternal theme,

The reality behind the dream.