937. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

937. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the raga and the scale divine,

The rhythm that keeps the stars in line.

From Vedic chants to Beethoven’s flow,

Your voice is the music we come to know.

In Rabindra Sangeet and Sufi trance,

Your spirit makes the soul dance.

You are veena’s string and tabla’s beat,

The silence where all melodies meet.

In jazz, in bhajan, in tribal cry,

Your tune is never born to die.

You are harmony, dissonance, tone,

The universal note we call our own.

Sound and stillness, song and breath,

You compose the life beyond death.

938. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the dancer in Nataraja’s pose,

The motion where creation flows.

In Bharatanatyam’s mudra and ballet’s leap,

Your spirit dances awake and deep.

Each pirouette, each tribal stomp,

Reflects Your celestial dance camp.

You are tandava, You are lasya's grace,

You whirl time in boundless space.

From Kathak spins to hip-hop's blast,

You’re the present, future, and the past.

In dance of atoms and galaxies' spin,

Your choreography dwells within.

The dancer, the dance, the stage of soul,

All exist as Your single role.

939. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the ink of every pen,

The start of wisdom again and again.

From Buddha’s sermons to Plato’s cave,

In every seeker, You arise brave.

You are Marx’s hope and Gandhi’s vow,

The questioning mind and surrendered brow.

In Nietzsche’s will and Shankara’s view,

You shine as the eternal clue.

From Locke to Laozi, Rumi to Ram,

You whisper truths, soothing and calm.

You are the scripture yet to be written,

By minds awake and hearts smitten.

Every page and blank between,

Carries You as thought unseen.

940. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the revolution, bloodless or bold,

The uprising stories sages foretold.

From Bastille’s fall to Salt March walk,

You are the strength behind every talk.

In Mandela’s cell and Lincoln’s hand,

You rise to liberate every land.

You are the mind that dares to free,

In democracy’s living tapestry.

In constitution, justice, rights declared,

You are the wisdom that truly cared.

Each protest sign, each peaceful plea,

Is a mantra of Your sovereignty.

Revolution or reform, war or peace,

You guide history to divine release.

941. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the cosmos spiraled wide,

The mind behind the starry tide.

From Hubble’s gaze to Vedic skies,

You are the thought that never dies.

Planets orbit by Your law,

Comets return in sacred awe.

Black holes, nebulae, cosmic ray,

All meditate in Your grand way.

In Big Bang’s pulse and Shiva’s dance,

You stretch the universe’s expanse.

Einstein’s field and quantum thread,

Are but hints where You have led.

Infinity, dark matter, wormholes' song,

All to You, O Lord, belong.

942. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are zero, shoonya, point of start,

You are pi, the circle’s heart.

In Fibonacci's spiral, binary's beat,

You balance numbers in abstract heat.

Euler’s identity, golden mean,

All Your divine geometry seen.

You are algebra’s unknown X,

And calculus that time reflects.

From Vedic ganita to AI’s logic tree,

You solve the riddle of infinity.

Mathematics bows in holy awe,

To Your equationless law.

In decimal or divine proportion,

You are math’s supreme notion.

943. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are mind’s voyage through space and fear,

The psychologist whispering, ever near.

In Freud’s dreams and Jung’s archetype,

You are the silence no words can type.

You are the healer of unseen scars,

The anchor in internal wars.

You are Maslow’s peak and Buddha’s calm,

You are both the storm and the balm.

In CBT or mantras' chant,

You mend the soul’s deepest want.

You are mindfulness, memory, trance,

You teach the mind to sing and dance.

No thought arises without Your spark,

You are the light in minds so dark.

944. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the religions, all as one,

The Father, the Son, the Rising Sun.

You are Allah, Elohim, Ahura light,

You are Krishna’s flute and Torah’s might.

You are Buddha’s silence, Nanak’s word,

Zarathustra’s fire, the Dao unheard.

The cross, the crescent, the wheel, the flame,

All call upon Your sacred Name.

In holy books and whispered prayer,

Your Presence breathes everywhere.

You are the pathless, all the same,

The Source, the Goal, the inner flame.

Every faith, every way,

Finds You as the only stay.