In the golden heart of Malayalam poetry, Prof. J.T. Amballur stands as a luminous figure whose verses echo with the breath of Kerala’s land, spirit, and sky. Among his evocative works, the poem “Njattuvelappodippukal”—translated loosely as “The Glimmers of Njattuvela” or “The Sun Phases’ Radiance”—shines like a tender ode to nature’s calendar, human emotion, and cultural memory.
To understand the soul of this poem, one must first understand the word at its heart: Njattuvela. Rooted in traditional Malayalam agrarian wisdom, the Njattuvela refers to the 27 solar phases used by Kerala farmers to predict rainfall, growth cycles, and the health of the land. Each phase is a segment of time governed by a particular star (nakshatra), carrying with it not just meteorological meaning, but emotional and spiritual significance.
Amballur, with his keen sensitivity to both the seen and the unseen, weaves this into poetry that is deeply seasonal, philosophical, and lyrical. “Njattuvelappodippukal” becomes more than a description of shimmering heat or glistening rain. It is a metaphor for the passing moments of illumination—those fragile, golden intervals when life reveals its deeper truths.
In Amballur’s poetic landscape, nature does not merely surround us—it speaks to us. The shimmering leaves, the sweat-scented breeze, the red soil warming under the noonday sun—all form part of a living, breathing scripture. These “podippukal” (sprinkles of heat and light) are as much about external climate as they are about internal awakenings.
Through this lens, the Njattuvela becomes a time of quiet revelations. Perhaps in the poem, the poet watches farmers laboring in the field, or a woman lighting a lamp at dusk, or a child chasing dragonflies under a mango tree—and sees in each moment a reflection of the cosmic order. The ephemeral “glimmers” are reminders of transience, yes, but also of continuity.
There is often a meditative, almost mystical quality in Amballur’s writing, and “Njattuvelappodippukal” is no exception. The poem seems to suggest that these bursts of radiance are messages from the divine—brief illuminations in a world often cloaked in routine and doubt.
One can almost hear the gentle echo of verses whispering:
“In every sun-warmed breeze,
the voice of an old god
speaks to my waiting soul.”
Whether these lines exist in the poem or arise from it imaginatively, they feel truthful to Amballur’s spirit—a poet who saw the extraordinary in the ordinary, and who never let a single raindrop or sunbeam go unnoticed.
Amballur’s poetry has always bridged the personal and the collective. “Njattuvelappodippukal” may speak of one season, one stretch of sunlit days, but it carries within it the emotions of generations—the patience of farmers, the prayers of mothers, the songs of harvesters, the stories told under thatched roofs during the monsoon.
In our modern age, where we often lose touch with natural rhythms, the poem reminds us to pause and listen to the earth’s calendar. It invites readers to dwell for a moment in the quiet glow between moments—those precious, flickering instants when we are both grounded and uplifted.
“Njattuvelappodippukal” is not just a poem—it is a seasonal meditation, a luminous metaphor, and a cultural prayer. In Prof. J.T. Amballur’s gifted hands, even sunlight becomes a storyteller, and time becomes a canvas painted in glimmers.
Through this work, Amballur does not merely observe the world—he communes with it. And in reading his words, we too are invited into that sacred conversation, where light falls softly on the soul, and we remember once again the poetry of the passing days.
In the gentle cadence of Malayalam verse, few voices resonated as deeply as that of Prof. J.T. Amballur. A master of words, a thinker, and a soul deeply connected to the rhythms of Kerala’s land and life, he carved his name into the heart of literature with quiet grace and profound strength.
Born with a natural gift for expression, Prof. Amballur’s poems were not just written—they were lived. His verses carried the fragrance of Kerala’s soil, the echoes of its struggles, and the hope of its people. Through every metaphor and every carefully chosen syllable, he wove the human experience into the tapestry of Malayalam letters.
Beyond his contributions as a poet, he was a teacher, a mentor, and a beacon for young minds, igniting in them the love for language and literature.
As we remember him today, we do not merely mourn a loss—we celebrate a legacy. A legacy that continues to inspire, to awaken, and to sing through the pages he left behind.
Prof. J.T. Amballur is not gone.
He lives in the verses that move us,
in the hearts that remember,
and in the silence between stanzas—
where true poetry breathes.