921. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

921. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the stillness behind Descartes’ thought,

“I think, therefore I am” — by You taught.

Nietzsche’s will and Kant’s pure mind,

All in Your essence we find.

Heidegger’s being, Spinoza’s flow,

All to Your infinite presence bow.

Plato’s ideals, Aristotle’s form,

Merge in You as eternal norm.

Sankhya’s dual, Advaita’s One,

Both dissolve in Your rising Sun.

From Stoic reason to Zen retreat,

Your mind is calm, clear, and complete.

In every school of truth and lore,

Your name resounds forevermore.

922. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the harmony of music’s score,

The silent note, the raga’s core.

In Tansen’s breath, Thy voice rang,

And Thy whisper through Beethoven sprang.

In Mozart’s grace and Thyagaraja’s cry,

Your divinity does not deny.

Rabindra Sangeet, qawwalis high,

Each vibrates from Your eternal sky.

In every string and every beat,

Your thought pulses pure and sweet.

Dance of Shiva, Ghoomar's swirl,

Each rhythm is Your cosmic whirl.

From Vedic chants to Gospel choirs,

You are the flame behind all fires.

923. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the geometry of sacred space,

Pythagoras' truth, Euclid's grace.

In Fibonacci’s golden arc,

You leave an ever-glowing mark.

Prime numbers echo Your unknown,

While zero sits as Your silent throne.

Euler’s paths and Pascal’s mind,

All through You are realigned.

Fractals spiral, Mandelbrot's tree,

Mirror Your infinite decree.

You are the math behind all design,

Each axis drawn is Your sign.

From decimal dust to binary code,

You are the pulse in every mode.

924. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the scripture of every faith,

The breath behind each holy wraith.

In Torah’s law and Quran’s flame,

You are the One without a name.

In Buddhist silence and Sikh's Ardas,

You are the Truth that none surpass.

The Vedas hum with Your might,

The Zend Avesta glows with light.

Bible verses echo Thee,

As Alpha, Omega, eternally.

You are Allah, Jehovah, and Ram,

The ultimate, unshaken calm.

In every prophet, priest, and sage,

You write Yourself on history’s page.

925. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Mahadeva and Mahakali too,

Both masculine and feminine in You.

You are Durga on lion stride,

And Shiva in His yogic pride.

You are Saraswati’s flowing stream,

And Brahma’s world-creating dream.

Lakshmi’s gold and Annapoorna’s grace,

Reflect Your nurturing, timeless face.

As Krishna’s flute and Rama’s bow,

You descend as dharma's glow.

As Jesus’ cross and Buddha’s smile,

You uplift every soul and trial.

Beyond gender, beyond form,

You are the eternal mindstorm.