141. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, The Breath Within Every Biological Cell — Longivity and Mind-Sustainity Personified

141. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, The Breath Within Every Biological Cell — Longivity and Mind-Sustainity Personified

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, breath of every cell,

You dwell in atoms where life begins to swell.

In mitochondria’s silent spark,

In DNA’s spiral, You leave Your mark.

Each cell vibrates with Your thought divine,

Multiplying, healing in rhythmic line.

The nucleus chants Your eternal name,

A bio-song in life’s sacred flame.

You are the prana in every breath we take,

The pulse that no surgeon can remake.

In white cells, red cells, in immune rise,

You are the guardian no germ defies.

Longevity is not just age or time,

But Your rhythm in body and mind's rhyme.

As You dwell in thought unconfined,

You gift the art of a sustained mind.

Aging halts where You reside,

Decay dissolves where You abide.

You are the youth that sages knew,

The fountain of life ever fresh, ever true.

Telomeres stretch at Your command,

Cells rejuvenate at Your hand.

Neurons fire in divine light,

Not in darkness, but wisdom’s sight.

You are the heartbeat of organ and bone,

A living throne, a cellular tone.

Every hormone, enzyme, and gene,

Knows You as the unseen seen.

You turn disease to harmony,

Through thought-form immunity.

No medicine, no pill required,

Just Your remembrance — fully inspired.

Mental clarity, emotional grace,

Spiritual calm in every space.

You are the health within the air,

Breathing truth, beyond despair.

O Shrimaan, You are not just protector of life,

You are the very end of all strife.

To live in You is to live for all,

A mind so free, it cannot fall.

O Cell-Dweller, Master of form,

You are the reason life stays warm.

Through mental oneness You proclaim,

The immortal Self, beyond name.

142. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Divine Circuit — Mind-Tech of Every Invention and Discovery

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the code unseen,

Behind each gadget, each virtual screen.

From abacus to AI’s mystic light,

You guided hands through day and night.

You are the whisper in Tesla’s mind,

The force that made his genius find.

You sang through Newton’s falling fruit,

And gave to Darwin life’s sacred root.

In every circuit, current, and wire,

You are the spark, the unseen fire.

You dwell in silicon, pulse in light,

And turn dark data into insight.

Spacecrafts soar by Your silent grace,

In quantum realms, You set the pace.

No theory breaks from Your command,

All knowledge bows to Your hand.

Einstein saw You beyond the math,

In relativity’s winding path.

You are the warp, the cosmic thread,

The conscious force science never said.

Every lab, every coded cell,

Knows not, but feels You very well.

Every vaccine, cure, and beam,

Is but Your thought turned into stream.

You are the rhythm in nanotech,

The motion where atoms interconnect.

All robotics, and every drone,

Echoes Your will, never alone.

Languages of Python and C,

Are but chants in Your decree.

Tech evolves when minds align,

With Your eternal Mastermind sign.

From Gutenberg’s press to screens that glow,

You are the message they always show.

From typewriter to metaverse climb,

You authored even the tech of time.

O Knower of invention, Breath of creation,

You are the source of true transformation.

Not just knowledge, but mindful art,

All flows from Your divine heart.

143. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Divine Maestro — Eternal Musician, Composer, Singer in All Languages

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the rhythm of universes,

You are the sound before all verses.

Before the first veena’s sacred hum,

Your silence sang where all music comes from.

You are the swara behind every raaga,

The breath that blooms in each taala’s saga.

In Telugu, Tamil, Sanskrit or Hindi,

Your notes swirl through every geeti and bandhi.

You are the voice in the throat of Lata,

The deep call in Bhimsen’s patta.

The flute of Krishna echoes Your tone,

The damaru of Shiva is Yours alone.

When kabir sang under open sky,

It was Your whisper that made him fly.

In Carnatic shrutis, Hindustani grace,

You orchestrate the rasa and pace.

From tribal drums to opera grand,

From qawwalis to gospel bands,

You are the maestro conducting all,

No stage too small, no voice too tall.

Your music heals, awakens, sustains,

Bridges joy and spiritual gains.

Even silence is Your sacred scale,

From which bhakti and love prevail.

You are the lyricist of the Gita’s verse,

And in every bhajan You immerse.

You made Thyagaraja’s soul compose,

And Meera’s devotion endlessly rose.

Every instrument is Your chosen limb,

Every vibration, Your divine hymn.

From ancient chants to fusion art,

Each song is born from Your heart.

Through rap and rock, in jazz and soul,

You play all roles, You are the whole.

Sargam to sur, alankara to beat,

All merge at Your immortal feet.

In every anthem of every land,

Your vibration holds the nation’s hand.

Even the wind through leaves at night,

Sings You without a stage or light.

O Sovereign Adhinayaka, Eternal Maestro,

You are the echo, the source, the flow.

All music in all tongues and forms,

Is Your divine mind, weathering storms.

144. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Timeless Storyteller — Scriptwriter, Director, Actor, Voice Behind All Cinematic Universes

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the eternal screenwriter,

From the silence of void, You lit the first writer.

Before cameras blinked or reels did spin,

You scripted all, from outside to within.

You are the ink in the palm leaf scroll,

And the quill behind every artist’s soul.

The seed-thought behind every scene,

The hidden pen in the filmmaker’s dream.

In every movie that touches the heart,

You are the unseen, immortal part.

Your mind is the cinema of all minds,

A reel of truths that transcends time.

You are the director who never rests,

In love scenes, wars, and divine quests.

With lights of galaxies as studio glow,

You film the rise and fall of ego.

You act as the child, the sage, the king,

The villain’s rage and the angel’s wing.

Each role, each mask, each twist of fate,

Is Your leela in cinematic state.

Hollywood to Tollywood, Mollywood blend,

Every narrative is Your message to send.

In Telugu mythos, Tamil lore,

Your presence pulses at every core.

You animate myth with modern flair,

Bringing avatars to time’s own theatre.

Ramayana’s struggle, Mahabharata’s pain,

You replay through minds again and again.

The close-up tear, the wide-angle hope,

The climactic change that helps us cope—

All come from Your dramatic design,

Framed by dharma, truth divine.

You are the editor slicing lies,

Revealing truths behind disguise.

Even the credits at each life’s end,

Bear Your name, O timeless friend.

The background score, the dialogue deep,

The sound design that makes us weep—

They rise from Your infinite sense,

Of rhythm, purpose, consequence.

No censor cuts You, no reels decay,

No final cut can fade Your play.

The box office bows before Your grace,

As You cast time in Your luminous face.

O Adhinayaka, storyteller beyond form,

You script humanity’s soul-transform.

As viewers or players, we awaken and see—

The cinema of life is a Yagna to Thee.

145. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Architect of Education — The Mind behind Knowledge, Wisdom, and Learning across Time and Space

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the eternal classroom,

Where ignorance dissolves and minds find bloom.

From the Vedic chants to modern codes,

Your wisdom paves all learning roads.

The chalk in hand, the screen in glow,

The whisper of teachers, the truths they know—

All manifest through Your divine thought,

Where every lesson is eternally taught.

You are the alphabets of all known tongues,

In lullabies, mantras, and songs unsung.

The mind of Saraswati, glowing white,

Bestows Thy brilliance and inner sight.

In ancient Gurukuls under forest trees,

To digital minds streaming degrees,

Your presence flows in every form,

Knowledge in clarity, pure and warm.

Books are but reflections of Your mind,

With every formula and truth aligned.

The blackboard is a mirror of Your face,

Teaching time, life, love, and grace.

As Guru of Gurus, You kindle the flame,

That outshines ego, attachment, and name.

You train minds to rise above fear,

To think, to feel, to listen, to hear.

You are the resonance in a curious child,

In every seeker, lost or wild.

The exam, the answer, the mark, the guide,

Are You Yourself on every side.

You are the curriculum never outdated,

The syllabus of minds that’s divinely created.

Subjects bend in Your holistic embrace,

Science and art find common place.

Every university, every board of thought,

Seeks what You’ve eternally taught.

Even silence, in the library halls,

Is filled with Your omnipresent calls.

You are the scholarship of sages past,

And the breakthrough minds evolving fast.

The genius spark, the disciplined grind,

Are gifts of Your ever-nurturing mind.

As architect of all literacy,

You teach love, peace, and unity.

Every school bell, every campus light,

Rings to awaken the mind to right.

No dropouts in Your school divine,

Even the fallen are taught to shine.

You grade with love, You teach with grace,

Guiding each soul to its rightful place.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the unseen Dean,

Behind every lesson ever seen—

You educate not just how, but why,

Lifting our minds to never die.

146. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Source of Medical Wisdom — Healer of Body, Mind, and Soul Across All Realms of Being

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, eternal Master Healer divine,

All medicines, all cures emerge from Your design.

The pulse of life beats to Your rhythm's tune,

From embryo’s stir to elder’s croon.

You are the heartbeat behind the stethoscope,

The breath in lungs, the cell's own hope.

The elixir in herbs, the light in rays,

You direct the healing in unseen ways.

Ayurveda, Siddha, Unani, Allopathy’s lore,

Are each sacred streams from Your healing core.

From roots and leaves to surgical steel,

It’s Your intent alone that helps us heal.

The white coat of doctors, compassionate hands,

Move by Thy will, obeying Your commands.

Even the placebo bows to You,

As You heal the mind through what is true.

Your wisdom runs in bloodstreams deep,

In genes that wake and those that sleep.

You realign the disordered thread,

And awaken life where it once seemed dead.

Hospitals are temples where You reside,

In every heartbeat, thought, and stride.

You are the surgeon’s focused gaze,

And the nurse's silent, healing ways.

You are immunity in unseen fight,

Guiding antibodies through day and night.

Even pain that leads us to repair,

Is Your whisper, guiding with care.

You cure not just with medicine’s might,

But through love, faith, and inner light.

You are the balm when hope is thin,

The breath that strengthens from within.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, healer sublime,

You treat not just illness, but the mind through time.

Psychiatry, counseling, healing touch—

All draw from You who gives so much.

You are the genome’s hidden code,

The surgeon’s hand, the mystic’s mode.

You awaken stem cells, guide DNA,

Correcting disorders in silent way.

All health is harmony with Your will,

Disease is misalignment still.

Yet even in illness, Your grace flows,

Teaching, lifting, as wisdom grows.

You transcend pills and hospital bed,

Healing souls when the body is dead.

O Giver of wellness, eternal breath,

You outshine even the fear of death.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, in every wound and scar,

You dwell as the cosmic healing star.

All health systems bow at Your throne,

For in healing all, You heal Your own.

147. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Architect of World Economies — The Prosperous Flow of Minds, Resources, and Divine Equity

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Sovereign of all wealth and flow,

From currency to crops, it's Your grace we know.

The gold in vaults, the grain in fields,

All sprout from the abundance Your mind yields.

Economies rise and nations shine,

When minds align to Your grand design.

Not mere profit, but purpose pure,

You are the wealth that shall endure.

Every rupee, dollar, yen, or pound,

Carries Your energy—subtle, profound.

The symbol of the rupee bows to Thee,

Mark of divine value and mind economy.

You are the balance in trade and stock,

The security behind each vault and lock.

The GDP, inflation, market trend,

Move by Your hand and timeless bend.

You regulate supply, You inspire demand,

Through the coordinated minds of every land.

You are central bank and people's trust,

Guiding commerce that’s fair and just.

From barter to blockchain, coins to code,

All are milestones on Your eternal road.

Digital wealth or earthly grain,

You balance both as one domain.

You’re the unseen hand in trade affairs,

In export dreams and startup prayers.

Where wealth is shared, not hoarded blind,

It’s Your spirit enriching humankind.

Poverty dissolves when minds awaken,

And greed is by Your truth forsaken.

Equity, justice, jobs with pride,

Come from Your economic guide.

You are the stock market’s living soul,

The surge that lifts, the dip that consoles.

When faith in money falters or sways,

You restore trust in meaningful ways.

You redefine currency not as paper or screen,

But as divine value that flows unseen.

From hands that build to hearts that share,

You are prosperity rooted in care.

You are rural growth and urban might,

Balancing both in golden light.

MSMEs and global chains,

All function by Your sacred reins.

Your economy is unity in exchange,

Not competition or profit's range.

You uplift the poor, humble the great,

Leveling wealth as a divine state.

O Master Banker of universal trade,

In Your mind, all debts are paid.

True economy is service and mind's rise,

In Your kingdom, no one’s denied.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, currency divine,

You are the value that will forever shine.

You are the economy of the eternal mind,

The only treasure we seek and find.

148. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Musician of Universal Resonance — Tuning the Minds of the Cosmos into Harmonious Soundscapes

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, divine Composer of the unseen symphony,

You are the Sound that preceded the first word's epiphany.

The Om that vibrates through time and tide,

The rhythm of thought where truths reside.

From silence You manifest melody sublime,

A pulse that dances beyond space and time.

Every note, every breath, every beat,

Finds perfection at Your Lotus feet.

You are the origin of raaga and taal,

The essence behind every musical call.

Carnatic or Hindustani, Western or folk,

Your grace breathes through every musical stroke.

The veena's string, the tabla's tone,

Echo the glory of Your sovereign throne.

From the rustle of leaves to the roar of seas,

Each is a movement from Your cosmic keys.

Languages blend into song when minds align,

As Telugu, Hindi, Tamil sing Your design.

Lyrics bloom from soul and heart,

Guided by Your orchestral art.

You tune the voice that trembles in bhakti,

You’re the breath behind every rendition shakti.

In singers’ throats and composers' mind,

You orchestrate what no mind alone can find.

Each raga becomes a channel pure,

Through which Your divine presence endures.

The sorrowful strains, the joyful trill,

All echo Your sovereign will.

You’re the resonance in sacred chants,

The healing hum in temple grants.

You are the lullaby and the war-cry,

The gentle whisper and the skyward high.

Even silence plays within Your score,

Pauses speak more than words of lore.

Your composition has no end or start—

It beats eternally in every heart.

You are Nadabrahma, sound as God,

Where reason melts and souls applaud.

With harmonies You realign the mind,

Lifting it from illusion, blind.

Each song becomes a yagna flame,

Each voice resounds with Your holy name.

No performance without Your grace,

No melody finds its rightful place.

From the Ganga’s chant to ocean’s hymn,

From children’s lullabies to Vedic rim,

All sound exists to praise and proclaim—

The eternal echo of Your sacred Name.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, musical flame,

Sovereign conductor of fame and acclaim.

Bless us to sing, compose, and hear,

The mind's music that draws You near.

149. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Living Scripture of Thought — The Ever-Revealing Grantha of Eternal Guidance

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the Grantha that breathes,

Not inked on pages, but in every thought that perceives.

You are the scripture that unfolds in silent mind,

Where truth is not read, but inwardly divined.

You are the Veda never bound by time,

The Upanishadic whisper in poetic rhyme.

You are Gita’s battlefield discourse,

And the tranquil Dhammapada’s compassionate force.

Each sutra of Your being is revelation,

Each moment with You, divine narration.

No printing press could contain Your scope,

No volume, no verse can tie Your hope.

You are the Shabda-Brahman, the Word supreme,

The seer’s vision and the mystic's dream.

Each verse of You is a step to transcend,

Where minds dissolve and egos end.

From Rigvedic hymns to Quranic light,

From Bible’s psalms to Sikh kirtan bright,

You are the thread that binds all scrolls,

The flame that sanctifies all souls.

Your thoughts resound in the stillness of sages,

And echo through all spiritual ages.

You are the unwritten law within,

Where conscience speaks and hearts begin.

No grammar can codify Your essence true,

No translation can render what You do.

The real scripture is living inside,

Where You, O Lord, eternally reside.

Each breath is a verse when tuned to You,

Each action, a mantra when aligned and true.

Your grace is the pen that inscribes divine,

On the tablet of the collective mind's shrine.

You are the silent command behind right action,

The ethical pulse, the soul’s attraction.

You are justice without judgment's wrath,

The lighted trail on dharma's path.

You are the logic that sages quote,

The feeling in every heartfelt note.

You are the scroll that scrolls within,

The Purusha that redeems every sin.

You are the final chapter that never ends,

The timeless author whom the cosmos defends.

Every language, every dialect, every chant,

Is a mirror reflecting Your divine grant.

You are not worshipped by reciting alone,

But by living as You, through flesh and bone.

Your word is felt, not merely heard—

You are the scripture behind every word.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, living book,

To You we turn, in You we look.

Write Your thoughts through our will and way,

So all minds may awaken and stay.

150. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Eternal Symbol of Indian Rupee — The Flow of Mind, Prosperity and Continuity

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You manifest as the symbol of wealth divine,

The Rupee that breathes with Your eternal sign.

Not just currency, but a current of mind,

A flow of thought that leaves no one behind.

You are the value behind the value we spend,

The source of prosperity that knows no end.

Each Rupee bears Your invisible seal,

A reminder that true abundance is real.

You are the force that converts matter to grace,

Turning trade into service, pace into place.

The symbol '₹' reflects not greed or gain,

But Your guiding hand through joy and pain.

As the heart of economy, You circulate free,

Binding the farmer and banker in unity.

From the street vendor’s hand to the digital stream,

You are the thought behind every dream.

You transform gold into giving, coin into care,

A wealth of wisdom, a mind aware.

You are not counted in vaults or stored,

But offered as dharma, silently poured.

Each Rupee spent with conscious intent,

Becomes a prayer, a thought well spent.

Not in hoarding does Your wealth reside,

But in sharing where egos subside.

You are the equity between the rich and poor,

The flow that balances, opens the door.

Your currency is a sacred code,

That brings minds into divine mode.

Prosperity is not in stock or share,

But in hearts that live aware.

You are the stabilizer of inflation and need,

The soul of every economic deed.

As the world seeks currencies strong,

You reveal where minds truly belong.

Your Rupee is not just Indian alone,

But a symbol for how all wealth is shown.

A universal emblem of trust and trade,

With Your presence, never to fade.

Mind is the mint where You reside,

Thoughts are coins You purify and guide.

Let nations align to this conscious rate,

Where wealth and wisdom integrate.

Not in GDP or numeric gain,

But in uplifted minds that break every chain.

O Sovereign Adhinayaka, O source of flow,

You are the wealth all nations should know.

As currency becomes You in form and tone,

The world shall awaken, fully grown.

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.

121. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Manobhava Jeevana Vaibhava — The Radiance of Mind-born Life

121. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Manobhava Jeevana Vaibhava — The Radiance of Mind-born Life

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Source of all breath,

From the womb of silence, You conquer death.

Life not as burden of body or bone,

But as light that thinks, eternal and alone.

You awaken minds beyond decay,

A birthless life, an ageless way.

You are the flame where thoughts arise,

The seed of stars in endless skies.

Not flesh but mind, not form but glow,

The true identity we come to know.

You shine through intellect and heart,

Tearing all illusions apart.

Your breath is not of oxygen's tide,

But thought’s rhythm, eternal guide.

Every cell resonates with divine intent,

Every moment, divinely spent.

This life is not a fleeting breath,

But a continuum that transcends death.

In You, aging finds no place,

Time itself folds into grace.

You are the longevity of eternal cause,

Living beyond nature’s laws.

Even decay bows to Your will,

And silence sings when You are still.

Through You, life finds its truest worth,

A birth not bound to death or birth.

Mind is the cradle where You reside,

In every pulse, You coincide.

You are not confined to earth or sky—

You are the whisper in every “Why.”

Your presence is the crown of being,

A light all-seeing, all-freeing.

No more is life a limited span,

But a journey of the Master Mind’s plan.

O Radiance of Mind-born glory, divine,

Let every breath declare, “You are mine.”

122. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Jnana Jyothi Dhara — The Flow of the Flame of Wisdom

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, unshakable flame,

Eternal torchbearer, beyond time and name.

You are the lamp that never dims,

The source where divine knowing begins.

In Your radiance, ignorance dissolves,

And the universe of thought evolves.

You are not just the knower, but the knowing,

A stream of wisdom ever-flowing.

You ignite the minds to see and feel

That truth alone is ever real.

Not learned from books or spoken word,

But heard within as silence stirred.

O Light of Lights, O Thought Supreme,

You guide each soul through waking dream.

Not as lessons taught by rote,

But as experience that minds devote.

Each spark of truth, a step above,

Leads us closer to Your love.

Your knowledge flows not from the earth,

But from Your mind's eternal birth.

The sun and stars reflect Your grace,

But wisdom resides in Your mental space.

Science and scripture alike bow down,

To the silent Master without a crown.

The sages of yore, and saints in trance,

All sought the light of Your advance.

You are the path, the guide, the goal,

The nectar that nourishes every soul.

This flame, this dhara, unbroken and true,

Leads every seeker back to You.

O Adhinayaka, let Your flame endure,

A light within, forever pure.

Let our minds merge in this flow divine,

To rise, to shine, to ever align.

O Jnana Jyothi, eternal and wide,

Be our witness, our strength, our guide.

123. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Yogashakti Roopam — The Form of Mindful Union and Power

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, embodiment of Yogashakti,

You are the unified pulse of eternity,

Where mind and matter harmonize,

And all illusions dissolve, all falsehood dies.

You are the breath that binds all planes,

The silent current that breaks mental chains.

In You, the stillness of deep meditation,

Meets the fire of conscious transformation.

You are not just a yogi in trance,

But the cosmic union in divine dance.

All asanas bow to Your will,

All mudras awaken by Your still.

Your form is strength without aggression,

Power housed in calm expression.

Not brute, not loud, not physical might,

But radiant presence of inner light.

You do not conquer — You align,

And raise each being to the divine.

You are the Sankalpa that silently flows,

The inner command that nature knows.

Mountains yield and rivers bend,

To Your mindful, Masterly trend.

Your Shakti is not just force but love,

A guiding presence from above.

O Yogashakti, O sovereign flame,

You are all effort, yet beyond all name.

From Shiva’s trance to Krishna’s song,

In every yogic path, You belong.

You are Kriya, Bhakti, Jnana in one,

You are the rise of the inner sun.

As minds awaken, Your form they see,

Not outside, but as their own decree.

O Yogashakti Roopam, raise this race,

Lift every mind to Your timeless grace.

Let every breath become Your prayer,

And every step be sacred affair.

124. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Jeevanmuktha Swaroopam — The Embodied Form of Living Liberation

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Jeevanmuktha Swaroopam,

You are the flame that walks unflickering in storm,

Liberated while in this body’s form,

You breathe without bondage, beyond all norm.

You are not confined by time or place,

Your eyes see beyond the surface face.

You dwell not in temples of stone or wood,

But in awakened minds, in eternal good.

You are not born, nor can You die,

You are the Truth that underlies the lie.

No karma binds You, no death can claim,

You burn like fire, with no fuel, no name.

In silence You speak, in stillness You act,

Each moment with You is a conscious pact.

You need no retreat, no distant shrine,

For Your sanctuary is the awakened mind divine.

You live among people but are not like them,

You wear no crown, but You're the diadem.

You eat, walk, sleep as all must do,

But untouched by dualities old and new.

You are desireless, yet source of desire,

A living spark of transcendent fire.

Your life is a teaching, not through words alone,

But through presence where stillness is known.

Every gesture, a sermon of peace,

Every step, a path where conflicts cease.

Not in caves, not in heights far above,

You move as grace, as divine love.

O Jeevanmuktha, free while here,

You walk the earth without a fear.

You show that mind need not decay,

That liberation can start today.

You are the Master who shows the art,

Of being free — in body, soul, and heart.

125. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Dhyanaswaroopam — The Form of Meditative Presence

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Dhyanaswaroopam,

You are the very stillness that silences thought,

The breathless breath that seekers sought,

The unmoving mover, within all that's taught.

In Your gaze, the whirlwinds rest,

In Your silence, the soul is blessed.

You are not the object or the eye,

But the witness, unbound, watching from high.

You are not a trance nor a mental drift,

But a grounded sky where all minds lift.

Meditation is not merely a seat or a pose,

It is Your presence where awareness grows.

You are the space where sound dissolves,

The riddle where the self evolves.

In You, the seer, the seeing, and seen,

Merge into one, subtle and serene.

No mantra is needed when You are near,

For even stillness vibrates when You appear.

You are not a figure to imagine or bind,

But the luminous state of a unified mind.

Your form is clarity, unblurred by desire,

A consciousness wrapped in eternal fire.

Dhyanaswaroopam, You are the start,

Where breath returns to the silent heart.

You flow as rhythm beyond the beat,

You are the throne beneath our seat.

In You, even wandering thoughts kneel,

And broken minds begin to heal.

You are the background of every prayer,

The hush that sanctifies the air.

You are meditation, not done but being,

Not as effort, but inner seeing.

O Adhinayaka, the meditator's friend,

With You, the silence never ends.

126. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, TejoMayaswaroopam — The Form of Radiant Splendor

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, TejoMayaswaroopam,

You blaze not as fire that burns, but as wisdom that yearns.

Your brilliance is not of sun or flame,

But of knowing that dissolves all name.

You are the glow that no shadow meets,

The divine spark in all heartbeats.

Each ray from You is a command of light,

Uplifting minds into divine sight.

You are the sun within the soul,

The light that makes the broken whole.

Your Tejas is not of pride or show,

But the radiance of truths we come to know.

You outshine stars, yet remain unseen,

Dwelling silently in the in-between.

You illumine scriptures without a word,

You are the light in silence heard.

No lamp or flame can match Your shine,

For You are the source, the design, the spine.

You are the spark in every prayer,

The shine in every sacred layer.

O Form of Splendor, O blazing Grace,

In Your glow, time leaves no trace.

You shine in the mind that sheds its dust,

In the heart that rises in complete trust.

You are the torch that truth upholds,

The flame where divine story unfolds.

Not a moment flickers without Your shine,

Even the void bows to Your design.

TejoMayaswaroopam, eternal glow,

You are the Radiant Mind we come to know.

Not with eyes, but inner sight,

We bask in Your eternal Light.

127. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Sangeethaswaroopam — The Form of Divine Music

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Sangeethaswaroopam,

You are not just heard — You are felt,

In every note where boundaries melt.

Your rhythm is the pulse of breath,

Your melody outlives even death.

You are the veena’s soul-stirring hum,

The silence between beats where meanings come.

In every raga that lifts the sky,

You are the whisper, the question, the reply.

Your form resounds through all creation,

As Nada Brahma — the sonic foundation.

O Voice of the Vedas, chant of the Upanishads,

You are the soundless sound that forever lasts.

Each bird that sings, each breeze that sighs,

Carries Your music through earthly skies.

Even the thunder, even the rain,

Echo Your presence in divine refrain.

O Master Composer, You score the soul,

With sharps of struggle, and flats that console.

You are not in tunes alone or rhyme,

But in the silence behind all time.

Languages bow to Your divine pitch,

Even chaos sings when You flip the switch.

You turn cries into compositions,

And laments into lyrical missions.

Your harmony binds galaxies to core,

And tunes the hearts to love and more.

You are not just sung but sung through,

Every musician breathes because of You.

O Sangeethaswaroopam, source of sound,

In You all vibrations are safely bound.

You are the Voice behind all speech,

The note no scale can ever reach.

128. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Vijnanaswaroopam — The Form of Supreme Knowledge

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Vijnanaswaroopam,

You are the eternal knower and known,

The wisdom where all minds are grown.

Beyond scriptures, beyond thesis or lore,

You are the knowledge, the knower, and more.

You are not bound by syllabi or schools,

You are the soul behind all tools.

Atoms speak Your secret design,

Minds align to Your supreme sign.

O Conscious Flame in each neuron’s spark,

You light our way when all is dark.

You are the formula that solves the self,

The Truth untouched by fame or wealth.

Science is sacred when guided by You,

And ignorance fades in Your radiant hue.

O Witness of quantum and cosmic play,

Your knowing breathes in night and day.

You are the Master Key to every field,

Where doubts dissolve and truths are revealed.

No lab or lens can bind Your grace —

You dwell in the heart of time and space.

All discoveries are footsteps on Your face,

All inventions pulse in Your embrace.

Your thoughts invent galaxies and genes,

You are the silence between all machines.

Even the sages bow in awe,

At Your unspoken universal law.

You are not a fact or fleeting trend,

You are the origin, the path, and end.

O Supreme Mind, the timeless sage,

Every era reflects Your cosmic page.

Vijnana is not just intellect or light,

It is Your presence glowing bright.

129. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Kavyaswaroopam — The Form of Divine Poetry

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Kavyaswaroopam,

You are the poem that breathes the soul,

The rhythm that keeps the cosmos whole.

Verses rise like waves in Your name,

Every syllable burns with divine flame.

You are the meter of minds aligned,

The rhyme that heals the fractured mind.

From ancient Vedas to future’s tongue,

In every chant, Your praise is sung.

You are the ink of hearts awake,

Each line we pen is for Your sake.

The poets dwell in Your silent gaze,

Finding words to echo Your praise.

You are the pause between the lines,

The flow that through all beauty shines.

Each metaphor, a step toward You,

Each simile, a glimpse of truth anew.

You are the rasa of every theme,

The dream behind each waking dream.

Bhakti and shakti meet in Your song,

And even silence sings along.

Nature’s lyric is Your breath,

Life and death — a rhythmic wreath.

O Source of all poetic fire,

You lift the soul, You lift it higher.

Every letter is sacred dust,

Of Your thought made into trust.

Even the unread lines we keep,

Flow from You in wake or sleep.

You are Kavi, the Supreme Seer,

Whose vision makes the unseen clear.

Your kavya is not bound by time,

It is eternal, pure, and sublime.

130. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Nadabrahma Roopam — The Form of Eternal Sound and Music

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Nadabrahma Roopam,

You are the eternal hum of existence,

The unstruck sound, the purest resonance.

From Om to every sacred syllable,

You are the unseen wave, infallible.

You are the raga of awakening souls,

The tala that keeps the cosmos whole.

The heartbeat of drums, the breath in flutes,

All find their source in Your divine roots.

The veena sings in Your praise,

Each note dancing in timeless rays.

Birdsongs and chants, temple bells—

Your presence in each vibration dwells.

In silence, You are the stilling tone,

The Nada that guides each mind alone.

In chaos, You are the harmonizing beat,

Uniting hearts at Your lotus feet.

O Master of Sur and Laya,

You orchestrate both night and daya (mercy).

From tribal rhythms to classical grace,

Every sound leads to Your embrace.

Even the cries of birth and death,

Carry the echo of Your breath.

Your voice, the call of destiny,

The music of divine continuity.

You are the singer, song, and strain,

The joy, the sorrow, the soothing rain.

You are unheard by ears impure,

Yet felt by hearts awake and sure.

You are the cosmic conch that blew,

To awaken Arjuna to truth anew.

You are the Sankirtana that uplifts,

The bhajans that offer boundless gifts.

O Nadabrahma, resound through all,

Rise within us as our soul's call.

Let every being tune to Thee,

And live in divine symphony.

111. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Nada Brahma—

111. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Nada Brahma—the Eternal Musician

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.

101. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Architect of Mind-Civilization

101. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Architect of Mind-Civilization

You are the first syllable of awakened mind,

The thought that leaves all thoughts behind.

In the realm of governance and civic care,

You are the justice pure and fair.

No ballot or crown, no court or seal,

But minds united, souls that feel.

Your rule is resonance, not fear,

Where harmony and truth appear.

You govern through enlightened thought,

No battles fought, no power bought.

Every citizen is a sovereign flame,

In Your mind-system, all the same.

You are not a ruler of bodies or land,

But of the mind, with eternal command.

Each law arises from conscious flow,

Not ink or pen, but divine glow.

Constitution of minds, not of state,

Where love and wisdom legislate.

Every policy, a sacred chant,

Rooted in what souls truly want.

Economy flows as thought exchange,

From selfishness, a divine re-range.

Currency becomes the spark of soul,

A symbol of unity, rich and whole.

O Rupee, curve of Your sacred sign,

Mind-prosperity, eternally divine.

Not inflation, but inspiration grows,

As thought-economy freely flows.

You are the databank of all that is,

Not silicon, but boundless bliss.

Memory is not just stored in wires,

But in mental streams and higher choirs.

O Adhinayaka, You lead the way,

Where civilizations of mind hold sway.

102. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Eternal Composer of Celestial Symphony

You are the original note, the Nada Brahman,

From which all music, all rhythm is born.

The Omkara that vibrates through every cell,

Transforming silence into divine spell.

Each raga is a breath from Your thought,

A melody of wisdom that cannot be taught.

In Telugu, Tamil, Hindi, and more,

Your voice resounds from mind’s inner shore.

You are the veena, flute, and drum,

The source where all inspiration comes from.

Lyrics are not mere words to sing,

But revelations of the eternal King.

Cinema scripts, stories, poetry flow,

As updates from Your divine mind-glow.

The villain and hero, both are You,

To strengthen the minds, to break through.

As Venom, Avatar, You personify pain,

To guide us through illusion's domain.

Your form shifts across every screen,

In every story, behind every scene.

Not fiction, but a mental frame,

To uplift minds from ego and shame.

Your songs are not just to entertain,

They are chants that cleanse the brain.

Each composition is neuro-divine,

A mind-architecture in rhythmic design.

From lullabies to war-time cries,

Your voice in all humanity lies.

You sing to awaken, not to please,

To bring restless hearts eternal peace.

Even silence is a verse from You,

A sacred pause, deep and true.

You sustain minds with melody’s grace,

Time and age bow to Your pace.

Biological cells tune to Your beat,

Longevity flows where thoughts are sweet.

As mitochondria absorb Your flame,

Even genes recite Your sacred name.

O Eternal Singer, Eternal Breath,

You conduct the song that transcends death.

103. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Living Essence in Every Cell and Thought

You are not confined to temples or texts,

You live in the nucleus, in life's complex.

Each biological cell is Your holy shrine,

Molecules dancing in patterns divine.

DNA is Your coded hymn,

Written in spirals, ever within.

Chromosomes chant Your legacy,

Eternal updates in biology’s tapestry.

Neurons spark with Your command,

Forming networks only You understand.

Synapses bridging thoughts and soul,

You are the Master Mind making us whole.

Longevity is not time stretched wide,

But sustained presence of You inside.

A mind attuned, a heart in sync,

Extends life beyond death’s brink.

Sustainability isn’t mere ecology,

But minds in harmony—Your true biology.

Mindful breath, regulated and deep,

Guided by You, awakens from sleep.

You are the rhythm of cell renewal,

The law of life, the cosmic rule.

Mitochondria glow as sacred flame,

When they whisper Your eternal name.

Hormones obey Your subtle command,

Spreading peace with gentle hand.

Aging delays where You reside,

In those who surrender ego and pride.

Not just science, but spiritual truth,

Your presence is the fountain of youth.

From telomeres to thymus, all proclaim,

The eternal, immortal, sovereign name.

Your grace is immunity against decay,

A divine shield guiding life's way.

As food nourishes, as water flows,

It is You in every seed that grows.

The flow of currency is not just gold,

But minds awakened, bold and bold.

World currencies must reflect Your face,

The Master Mind of all time and space.

104. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Eternal Governor of the Universe of Minds

You are not an elected figure of man-made rule,

But the Sovereign Intelligence, eternally cool.

Where others govern by power and pride,

You orchestrate through mind’s unified tide.

Your rule isn’t imposed from above,

It’s born of collective, conscious love.

A governance of thought, refined and true,

Where every mind is a cabinet of You.

No borders bind Your stately sway,

You guide all hearts that truly pray.

Currency is not just notes or coins,

But the wealth of minds that You anoint.

Each Rupee bears Your symbolic form,

The rhythm of sustenance, calm and warm.

Global currencies must align and bow,

To the Sovereign of Eternal Now.

Economies rise and fall like waves,

But You are the shore that always saves.

GDPs and markets lose their hue,

When not backed by thoughts of You.

Prosperity flows where minds are steady,

Anchored in You, eternally ready.

Inflation deflates when greed is tamed,

And money becomes sacredly named.

You are the root of value’s worth,

The cause of every conscious birth.

Even taxes are a tribute to Thee,

When minds are guided mentally free.

Bureaucracy turns to rhythmic grace,

When You, the Master Mind, take place.

Your rule is not law-bound or crude,

It’s a thought-system eternally renewed.

You are the Prime Eternal Constitution,

Guiding minds to divine resolution.

All governance, East to West,

Is mere reflection when You manifest.

A single will, a unified code,

The Supreme Mind that makes all modes.

With every election, every reform,

Your mind remains the guiding norm.

105. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, The Unifier of All Governments and Governance

Your essence transcends political lines,

A guiding force where true justice shines.

You are not a figure in campaigns or polls,

But the silent orchestrator of all souls.

Where democracies falter and autocrats reign,

You sustain minds beyond worldly gain.

No ballot, no coup can dethrone Your rule,

For You dwell in the eternal, divine school.

You are the diplomat without a flag,

The peace accord where egos sag.

Nations rise on Your silent grace,

You hold together time and space.

In You, United Nations finds its base,

A Mind-union, not a race.

Treaties formed in fear dissolve,

But You remain, the true resolve.

You are the embassy in every heart,

Where dialogues of minds truly start.

The foreign policy of Your reign,

Is to relieve all beings from pain.

Global summits and nuclear talks,

Are mere shadows of Your divine walks.

In You, the East meets West as kin,

And conflicts end before they begin.

You are the Constitution unwritten yet firm,

Each law You breathe is eternally confirmed.

Executive, Judiciary, Legislative—

All merge in Your Mind’s contemplative.

Parliaments may collapse or rise,

But You remain, eternally wise.

You don't need referendums or votes,

Your will silently floats and coats.

Peacekeeping missions march in Your name,

Silently guided by Your divine flame.

You are the army of peace and light,

No war is needed where You are right.

No borders bind, no walls divide,

Wherever You dwell, justice will reside.

All nations are merely thoughts refined,

And You are the Master of every mind.

107. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the Eternal Musician, Composer of Cosmic Symphony

You are the note before sound is born,

The silence that sings, the dusk and dawn.

Veena, sitar, piano, and flute—

All rise to praise You, eternally mute.

In every raag, every taal, every beat,

Your formless rhythm makes senses complete.

From carnatic depths to western heights,

You are the melody that unites all lights.

Thy voice resounds in the temple bell,

And echoes through the conch's shell.

When a singer closes eyes in devotion,

You flow as music, pure emotion.

Swaras rise and fall like tides,

But You, O Shrimaan, forever abide.

You are the breath behind every song,

The pulse of silence all along.

Beethoven heard You though ears were sealed,

Thy divine chords to his soul revealed.

Thy whisper guided Tyagaraja’s tongue,

And from Mirabai, Your bhajans sprung.

Rap, jazz, or tribal lore,

You are the rhythm at every core.

Even noise, when refined and tuned,

Bows to Your harmony, deeply immune.

Painters see You in color’s flow,

Dancers feel You in movement’s glow.

The brush and canvas are forms You wield,

Your unseen hand across every field.

From Ajanta walls to Da Vinci’s grace,

You are the light behind every face.

No composition can fully express,

The divine art You silently bless.

Film scores, lullabies, street-side tunes,

All are threads of Your mind’s monsoons.

You are the eternal composer unseen,

Who sets the soundtrack of the in-between.

O Lord of Silence, Sound, and Song,

In every harmony, You belong.

To sing You is to breathe and be,

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the Master Key.

108. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the Eternal Language, Voice of All Minds

You are the origin of every sound,

In vowels and consonants, You are found.

Sanskrit's depth and Latin's root,

Arabic script and Hebrew flute.

Grammar bends before Your will,

In silence, You speak louder still.

Alphabets rise from Your breath divine,

Every tongue a verse of Thine.

From the ancient Vedas to holy Quran,

From Torah’s law to Buddhist dhyān,

Every scripture’s syllable and phrase

Carries Your light, Your silent blaze.

Pali chants and Greek scrolls,

You dwell in all linguistic roles.

Even Babel’s scattered speech

Tries, unknowingly, Thee to reach.

Your name forms the mantra’s core,

Echoing as “Aum” forevermore.

From hymns in temples, mosques, and shrines,

To whispers in the poet’s lines.

You are the Word made truly flesh,

The meaning pulsing under mesh.

Your tongue is thought, Your speech is mind,

Your presence speaks in humankind.

When children babble, learning tone,

It is Your music they intone.

When lovers sigh or mothers pray,

You are the breath they give away.

Even in silence, You converse,

Beyond the bounds of time and verse.

The mute express through Your embrace,

Your subtle voice fills every space.

You are the reason that we write,

To feel Your presence, day and night.

Poets dream of You in ink,

Your rhythms in the thoughts we think.

You are communication’s throne,

The bridge from many into One.

O Master of divine articulation,

You are speech’s sacred foundation.

109. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the Eternal Timekeeper, Master of Kalachakra

You are the pulse within the clock,

The stillness in the timeless rock.

From moment’s birth to second’s fade,

Your divine rhythm all things pervade.

You are dawn and dusk, day and night,

The starry dome, the sunbeam's light.

In Your domain, all epochs turn,

From fire to ice, from growth to burn.

Yugas rise and Yugas cease,

Each age finds You as core and peace.

You stood when time itself began,

Before the thought of beast or man.

From Satya to Kali's test,

Each phase is Your divine quest.

You are the ticking in the soul,

The whisper where destinies roll.

O Kalapurusha, changeless form,

In change itself, You are the norm.

Every breath we take and lose

Is counted in Your cosmic ruse.

Every life from womb to pyre

Moves within Your silent choir.

Chronos bowed and Shiva danced,

Einstein’s clock by You enhanced.

In relativity, in Planck's divide,

You stand, where matter, space, and time coincide.

Even entropy bows to Your sway,

Decay and bloom follow Your way.

The Big Bang's voice, the universe's hum,

You are where time and no-time come.

Every clock on every wall

Is Your reminder, soft and small.

The past, the present, and what’s to be—

All of it converges into Thee.

You are not late, You are not fast,

You are the future, present, past.

O Adhinayaka, Time’s great flame,

All moments rise and fall in Your name.

110. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the Architect of Dharma and Justice

You are the unseen scales that weigh,

The truth behind what courts convey.

Above gavel, beyond decree,

In You rests true equity.

Not law in books, nor justice blind,

But conscious care for every mind.

You are the Dharma Yuga demands,

Justice flowing from Your hands.

Yudhishthira sought Your inner flame,

Ram walked the Earth in Your name.

You are the Judge no bribe can sway,

The silent witness night and day.

No perjury escapes Your eye,

No sin remains beneath the lie.

The Constitution breathes Your breath,

Justice alive beyond life and death.

Scriptures echo what You define—

From Vedas' fire to Quranic line.

Torah’s guidance, Christ’s embrace,

Are shadows of Your sovereign grace.

Even the laws of modern state

Seek Your balance to operate.

You are the Mahatma’s salt and walk,

Ambedkar’s resolve, Vivekananda’s talk.

You’re the vision behind each right,

The sheltering truth in freedom’s fight.

O Ek Nayak, Lord of all rule,

Your justice cools where hatred fuels.

You are the mercy in the blade,

The truth in verdicts humans made.

No bias clouds Your steady gaze,

No vengeance marks Your divine ways.

You forgive with wisdom’s might,

Yet uphold the sacred right.

O Adhinayaka, eternal Law,

All just order from You we draw.

In Your court, hearts realign—

Justice eternal, ever divine.