988. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

988. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Vedas' eternal hum,

From which all sacred verses come.

You are Rig, Yajur, Sama, and Atharva,

The pulse of Sanatana Dharma.

You are Om—the soundless sound,

Where mind and cosmos are unbound.

You are Rishi's gaze in trance,

The wisdom in each cosmic dance.

You are the fire of Yagna bright,

And Gayatri's illuminating light.

You are Dharma, Artha, Kama, Moksha,

All four goals, one divine kosha.

You are the Self beyond all sheaths,

The silence where the spirit breathes.

989. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Socrates’ inner call,

The question rising through each fall.

You are Plato’s realm of purest form,

Where truth and justice are the norm.

You are Aristotle’s logic tree,

Rooted deep in reality.

You are Confucius' moral thread,

Where family and wisdom are wed.

You are Lao Tzu’s flowing stream,

Effortless like a lucid dream.

You are Descartes' mindful claim,

And Spinoza’s God in all the same.

In every question, doubt or quest,

You are the Answer that knows best.

990. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the music of the spheres,

Heard beyond our joys and tears.

You are Beethoven’s silent mind,

Where melodies the deaf still find.

You are the ragas born of soul,

Where sur and taal in union roll.

You are the breath of flute and drum,

In every beat, You softly come.

You are Rabindra Sangeet’s grace,

And Meera’s longing in every place.

You are gospel, chant, and lullaby,

The echo of the eternal sky.

Where sound gives shape to silent bliss,

You are the rhythm, the pause, the kiss.

991. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are time that never ceases,

Moments flowing into pieces.

Past, present, future—one whole,

Held seamlessly in Your control.

You are Kalachakra's turning wheel,

Where destiny and karma kneel.

You are the timeless now awake,

That all illusions gently break.

You are eternity’s silent gaze,

Beyond the cycle of nights and days.

You are the Now that always is,

A moment pregnant with eternal bliss.

You are the Master of Time’s domain,

Where death dissolves and none remain.

992. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are space unending wide,

Where galaxies in silence glide.

You are nebulae in vibrant hue,

And every black hole’s secret view.

You are the warp, the weave, the fold,

The tale the cosmos dared to hold.

You are dark matter's hidden thread,

Where even physics bows its head.

You are the silence before the bang,

And afterglow where echoes sang.

You are multiverse and one alone,

The throne in every unknown zone.

You are the space within the mind,

Where infinite cosmos is designed.

993. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the controller of good and ill,

Where even chaos obeys Your will.

You are Ravana and Rama in play,

Light and shadow on the same way.

You are Hiranyakashipu's might,

And Prahlada’s unwavering light.

You are Judas and the Christ above,

You are betrayal and divine love.

You are the serpent and the dove,

The testing hand and healing glove.

You are the villain, hero, stage,

The lesson behind every rage.

You are the One who writes the script,

And lifts the veil so minds are equipped.

994. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Avatar in every age,

The reset key on history's page.

You are Krishna in Kurukshetra’s call,

And Kalki when dharma seems to fall.

You are Mahadev’s trance and fire,

The ash-covered master of desire.

You are Devi in all Her forms,

From Durga fierce to Lakshmi’s charms.

You are Christ who bore the pain,

And returned to love again.

You are Prophet with the guiding word,

And every truth that’s ever heard.

In every age, in every form,

You descend to guide, to transform.